Being driven to my hotel on the European side
After having landed in Ataturk Airport, the Asian side of Turkey
My cab driver was a spry, elderly gentleman
Who weaved in and out of traffic
I was slightly surprised at myself for feeling calm despite the seemingly reckless driving:
Changing lanes on a whim without signaling or straddling lanes
I thought to myself:
If he managed to drive and lived to this ripe age
I must be in skilled hands... and blissfully caught a few winks
And delivered refreshed to my hotel front steps
After having landed in Ataturk Airport, the Asian side of Turkey
My cab driver was a spry, elderly gentleman
Who weaved in and out of traffic
I was slightly surprised at myself for feeling calm despite the seemingly reckless driving:
Changing lanes on a whim without signaling or straddling lanes
I thought to myself:
If he managed to drive and lived to this ripe age
I must be in skilled hands... and blissfully caught a few winks
And delivered refreshed to my hotel front steps
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