Yellow Cab chariot, rumbling asphalt down below
College dreams and empty pockets, a desperate equation’s sum
Behind the wheel, a baptism, lessons yet to come
San Diego nights, a tapestry of neon glow
Meter ticking, city slicking, symphony of horns
Faces flickering, stories bickering, a kaleidoscope of dawns
High-heeled whispers, drunken slurs, confessions in the night
A million miles of weary smiles, beneath the city’s light
Professors droning, textbooks yawning, fueled by stale coffee’s sting
Yearning for knowledge, yearning for solace, a different kind of ring
Passengers boarding, dramas unfolding, in the rearview mirror’s frame
Lives intersecting, fleeting connections, whispered secrets, whispered shame
Meter ticking, city slicking, symphony of horns
Faces flickering, stories bickering, a kaleidoscope of dawns
High-heeled whispers, drunken slurs, confessions in the night
A million miles of weary smiles, beneath the city’s light
Fresh-faced sailors, Marines with bootcamp blues
First taste of freedom, drowning sorrows in booze
Laughter echoing, then fading in the night
Now the meter’s silent, the engine’s cold and still
But the city’s symphony still echoes, in the corners of my will
A million journeys etched in time, a tapestry of sin
Those taxi days, a weathered soul’s baptism, a story yet to begin