Taxi horiak

I'll quickly jump on the bus
Give a 'thumb' and take a train
What a shady crowd at the stations!

I'll throw my lonely afternoons away
In empty cinemas
Nights, mornings, people

Playing the guitar on the street
For the paranoid city-dwellers
Muffled sounds,
Visconti will never dream of it.

For my cravings
yellow taxis
I want to see them
no white cabs, no limos

Words are flowing
words are hot!
words are sharp...
---I'm falling in love with this city!