Wednesday, June 3, 2009

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!

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