Taxi cabs dancing in the ballroom of boulevards,
Honking horns and flashing lights, a symphony of chartered cards.
Weaving through the city streets, a ballet of steel and chrome,
The rhythm of the urban pulse, the heartbeat of our home.
In this tango of traffic, they pirouette and spin,
Their colors swirl and twirl, a kaleidoscope within.
Each a partner in the waltz, with a story to be told,
Amidst the bustling chaos, a tale of silver and gold.
As they waltz through the avenues, under the city’s gaze,
They whisper secrets to the wind, in a mesmerizing haze.
Creating constellations of light, in the midnight sky,
Their dance a silent spectacle, as the world rushes by.
And when the night is over, and the dance comes to an end,
They’ll rest until the morning, when the boulevards will mend.
Then the taxi cabs will rise, and the ballroom will ignite,
Once again the urban dance, will take flight in the night.