EARLY EDITION: In Which I Laud A Shuttle Driver

My shuttle from Cheyenne took off at six,

Though I was told six-thirty was the time

When I would catch my ride. Oh such a fix

I found myself in! It felt like a crime.

"No problem," said the clerk by phone, "At eight

Another will be by. You'll be just fine;

You shouldn't even find yourself too late

To catch your flight at DIA. At nine

And still no shuttle, I began to freak

A bit, when up pulled wondrous Jim.

His van express for handicapped and weak

Miss Jeanie. All my gratitude to him

For letting me on board, and for his fast

Drive to the airport; I am here at last!