I wrote this about a cab driver I met once.

Being drunk enhances the chances
That I’ll ask you uncomfortable questions
To make you squirm a little bit
But I can’t make this man squirm
This man tells me he’s been driving his cab
For longer than I’ve been alive
The streets of this city
Are so familiar to him
That he can navigate through it at night
Using only half of one headlight
And I know he can, because he’s doing it
And he’s talking to me while he’s doing it
Every slurred question I ask
Is responded to
With skillful oration
That’s nearly matched by his driving
What is life all about?
I ask
Because I know
When I ask that
People roll their eyes
And tell me to shut up
You’re drunk!
Not this man
Even the pause he gave
Before answering
Was executed with grace
And he said
Life is like this road, my friend
Sometimes it turns left
Sometimes it turns right
But you just go with it
You drive where the road is
And that is all