The Midnight Ride  

Listen my children and you shall hear

Of the midnight ride when I could not steer

T’was the eighteenth of April, not all was well

And I didn’t know if I’d live to tell

Of the cross town tremors and the uptown woes

That shook me down from head to toes

But as you can see I’m still here

To speak of that famous day and year

Of the midnight ride when I could not steer

I was thinking as my cab sat in the pale moonlight

I might skip this town and give up the hack fight

When down on the corner of Church, north of Duane

The extended arm of a hailing fare was quite plain

She climbed in with a smile, an American doll

Gave a curt destination, held a rain parasol

So with me in the front and her in the rear

The clock struck twelve, I prepared to steer

She had just come out of one of the downtown joints

Once in my cab, to ninety-second she points

“Up to Grand, over to Bowery, up to Third and ninety-two

Not too fast she explained just a smooth ride would

So I pulled on the handle and dropped into gear

Thus began the ride when I could not steer

But as I stepped on the gas and reached Thirty-five

A strange sound from the steering box clanks as I drive

She says “What’s the matter” I have nothing to tell

My foot switches pedal’s, I find no breaks as well

I see the light turning red at Canal Street near Green

My destiny changes as right then left I must lean

Sirens and lights from behind me then blare

Wouldn’t you know a cop would be there

When I have no way to explain to this cop

That my steering is faulty and breaks do not stop

And the women I’m driving now travel’s in fear

On this midnight ride when I can not steer

At Grand I downshift, hit the curb and bounce right

One hydrant, one scream, and I’m off in the night

Alive still but dented, my fare starts yelling

Of future courtroom drama she’s telling

I say “You needed a cab I’m the one that you picked”

She sat back and huffed, the meter clicked

Through little Italy we race, at Bowery I’ll need north again

The meter is gleaming half of ten

Behind us the sirens loud and clear

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

But the curbs won’t work, as Bowery gets nearer

I can see at the crossroads each inch getting clearer

A van, now abandoned, a light post, some trash

Like a caroming cue ball off each one I crash

Still in flight and still breathing another success

I’m sure the law on the chase will confess

To superior talent they could not commandeer

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

North bound on Bowery off we go

To continuous sirens and lights flashing glow

When true turmoil besieges my deep inner strength

Now faced with the fact I was lacking the length

For me, the light at Houston to clear

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

Hell bent on surviving now six on the meter

My fare in the rear prays for me to unseat her

Clear Heavens above only ninety blocks to go

Passenger relations at an all time low

Breaks non-existent but I’m beyond any fear

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

Cars screeching all around us he intersection’s passed

Thirty-Five is a memory and fifty’s not fast

Hundreds of coppers now in pursuit

She starts swinging that umbrella at my head to boot

I’m duckin, still truckin, 62 miles per hour

No more tricks I can think of left in my power

When out of Fourteenth Street more police cars appear

On the midnight ride when I can not steer

But I shoot past 14^th not a second too late

The sirens and lights then met their fate

As those north bound behind me met those east bound and west

Piling up behind them all of the rest

My passenger still fencing with umbrellas in the rear

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

At 24^th Street we’ll encounter our first sequential light

So I yell to “Hold ON!” increasing her fright

22^nd, 23^rd and 24^th are all yellow

But my mind is resolved to deliver my fellow

New Yorker, who whimpers for this ride to be over

To forget now and forever the driver that drove her

For whom I think she should stand firm and count of a cheer

For defying no breaks and no way to steer

She resigns to her fate on this uncharted trip

So, through all of the thirty’s…. I let the cab rip

Seventy-Five at 42^nd and Third

Two cars and one two truck now need be interred

As we travel at light speed past cars up ahead

Each crisis behind us, nothing to dread

With me in the front and my fare in the rear

On the midnight ride when I could not steer

57^th, 68^th 86^th almost there

Which side of the street?

My fare does not care

To stop the cab, I ram a bus

Nothing fancy no uncalled for fuss

In tender resignation she offers me cash

A twenty she cries “Keep it”

I refuse for “This bash is on me

I’m no average slob

If I needed the money I’d get a real job

And give up my life on the asphalt tier

And Midnight Rides When I can Not Steer”

The Midnight Ride

By: Terence B. Gelber

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Central Park

 I cruise the empty road that runs through the park at the center of town

Long after dark when there's no one around

Tree's, phantom leaves hangin down

While I'm alone in the park at the center of town

Surrounding this park are mountains of light,

concrete, steel and glass purging the night

No one in sight, I'm not makin a sound

Just the wind through the trees of this park at the center of town

Fear not the legend of what will be found

If you venture out towards the center of town

There's little that counts until you take this ride

Enter the park and come out the far side

Soon all I see will face the new day

I won't be alone once my city's at play

Then if you look you won't see me around

Until it's dark in the park at the center of town

8 Terence B. Gelber

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January 29, 1991

On The Seat

 Lady killers walkin, struttin their stuff

I'm lookin on from my retreat

I've heard those lady killers can play kinda rough

Wish there was one I could meet

Lately in the evening I cruise on by

But I've surrendered any thought of ever givin em a try

And I doubt they could ever take the heat

Of this grueling life on the seat

Lonely tourist cameras hangin from the necks

of full fledged world travelers from Rome

got all the balances, passed all the checks

How else could they be so far from home

But when you're that far away, you forget the cost

You'll pay any price to avoid being lost

So you hop into a yellow car with a man who might steal and cheat

It's a Goddamn lousy life on the seat

Halloween is wild night, costumes for the queens

Make up and paper bags for those of lesser means

Park Avenue and Amsterdam, go their separate ways

The lonely kid who drank too much is the only one who pays

with unreported income, at the policeman's gala treat

Just check your soul and uniform and come cruisin on the seat

Miles of City streets go rollin by each day

Towers view the suburbs from aloft

Second story windows blow those sites away

Showin me reality so soft

I hold my position, I gamble not to lose

I keep my car in drive always set to cruise

Like a keystone cop, I'm on the beat

I love it on the seat       

 8) Terence B. Gelber

All rights reserved July 21, 1991

One More Night With You

 For one more night with you

An evening Heaven sent to me

Dusk till dawn, you proving now

What you once meant to me

Oh, for one more night with you

I=d sell the farm and get a job in a dusty factory

I=d suffer pure ingratitude, unfriendly attitude

If it would bring you back to me

For just one more night with you

There would be eclipses of both the sun and moon

As oceans rose and night stayed dark till noon

Cause you spent one more night with me

loving you with tender hands and hungry heart

Pounding strong from inspiration from your touch

That somehow will not give us another start

That begins with one more night with you

Remembering all the things we once did and said

While all the stars were shining bright and

Moonbeams, dancing all around our bed

Where I=m spending one more night with you

Shuddering, within my grip, as sweat pours down our brows

With exhaustion set in, as we love again and again

unconscious of our forgotten vows

Which lead me to one more night with you

Alone and grown and in control of me

One thing sure in all we do

Neither, will ever be alone or free

After one more night with you

8 Terence B. Gelber

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Yellow Car

By, Terry Gelber

 Checker car of yellow tone

Befriended and driven by one woman alone

For municipal need you traveled quickly

With butcher, baker, strong and sickly

Beneath your duties’ shining light

Endowed with your seats now timeless sight

You hold your memories of situations

Well delivered generations

Who hold for you infatuations’

In awe of your life of destinations

Checker car where have you been

What escapades were logged then seen

Share tales from the heart that within you beat

As you rolled the length of each cobbled street

Name the names of the few, the many,

Your gallant deeds all or any

What of new born babes beneath your roof

Debutantes, reserved, aloof

Physicians, counselors, cops and robbers

The sly, the slick, the high hob-knobbers

What clergyman have blessed the ride

As down the great white way you’d glide

With actors, teachers, students all

Of your City’s life through rise and fall

Speak to us on this final day

Of how you polished the Apple along the way

Tell us of friend and foe alike

From down each lane, along each pike

Of battles and injuries suffered therein

Confide in us, your grace and sin

In your yellow world of yellow thought

How many rides have you thrown and caught

Checker Taxi on the stand

Checker Taxi ever grand

Now, at last where all meters’ cease

Checker taxi rest in peace

Yellow Car
By: Terry Gelber
AKA The Hack Poet

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