Through cobbled streets and misty dawn,  
The taxi man rolls bravely on.  
A sturdy wheel, a steady hand,  
Guiding through a bustling land.  

His cab, a beast of iron and steel,  
Upon the road, its tires squeal.  
A whistle blows, a fare awaits,  
The city hums, the hour's late.  

Ladies wrapped in fur so fine,  
Step aboard at half-past nine.  
A weary worker, pockets light,  
Hails a ride home through the night.  

Rain or shine, in frost or sleet,  
The taxi man must keep his seat.  
The engine growls, the lanterns glow,  
Through alleyways he’s bound to go.  

He knows the whispers of the street,  
The hurried steps, the lovers meet.  
A midnight tale, a hurried flight,  
A drunken song, a bitter fight.  

For every mile and every turn,  
He earns his keep, his pennies burn.  
A life upon the city's veins,  
Through joy and sorrow, loss and gains.  

And when at last the roads grow still,  
The night surrenders to the chill.  
He parks his car, his work is done,  
Until once more he greets the sun.