At the Airport in the rain

My friend Teddy the taxi driver

Was a born survivor

He conquered the drugs, he smoked Camel light

He loved his shifts throughout the night

The longer the trip the more he thinks

He says time’s eyes make too many blinks

Teddy was a smart man, self-educated

Some folk thought his views were outdated

I guess not getting angry is a terrible sin

That’s the world we are living in

Though I wish it was a lie

Said Teddy with a heavy sigh

His cynicism of religions

‘it’s ghosts feeding pigeons’

Was a continuing battle

The world is full of cattle

Ironically, Teddy’s punters were his congregation

He revelled in their conversations

My cab is a brain lab on wheels

Where all that’s said is never revealed

Said Teddy with a beaming grin

Who took everything on the chin

Including his heart attack that laid him low

His untimely death was a blow.

He was found in his cab free of pain

At the airport in the rain

Waiting for a Bishop from Bath

This I’m sure would’ve made Teddy laugh.

©JMN2022