Some cab drivers are talkative,
they have stories that must be shared.
Jesus was happy telling me how good business has
been
for the last three years.
A Dominican transplant, I imagine he came in
smiling.
Perhaps he was one of those magical babies
who would hold onto his crib’s railing
and sing his mothers' favorite songs.
You would not mistake Jesus for a stereotypical
anything.
It's near impossible to hold anyone as typical
until you foolishly decide there are scant few
who are not assigned a life's placement .
Before this cab ride is over,
were I persuaded to assign character traits to
Jesus,
his family, apartment and history would be
neatly formed,
based on nothing more than 15 minutes in the
back of his cab.
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