driver how many people does
he kill
each year speeding up
Broadway,
running red
lights to get to the next fare.
this makes him laugh
and spit
his kebob
out onto the windshield,
he starts to choke,
but manages to clear his throat
as he wipes the glass
with the sleeve of his shirt.
you funny, he says,
twisting the rear mirror
to look at me.
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