Where the Indian taxi drivers sleep
Two to a room between shifts, wafts
Of cumin and ginger languid in the night air
As their hand gestures while discussing the day
Sudeep is the only one I know by name
And he smiles at me and says hello
As he takes the tram to the depot
For another night of shuttling drunks
From one suburb to another
A clip about the ear plus tips and no thanks
He studied engineering he tells me
But no jobs for his kind in this lucky country
So he drives cabs by night
Sending what he can back to his family
© shaun patrick green 2011
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