The jitney dodges in and out With rubber-footed grace; Its heart is merry, bold, and stout, It holds a dashing pace. It sports a nabob luxury With democratic air; And all can lords and ladies be, For nickels are the fare. With subtle witchery and wile, Patrician and sublime, It gives a dollar's worth of style For only half a dime. The weary hanger at the strap Has found his own at last; Upon a kindly leathery lap His grateful bulk is cast. No treading on another's toes, No struggle for the door; Our hunching, bunching, crunching woes, Our grumbling woes are o'er. It soothes, it purs, our soul it frees From worry, toil, and grime; It gives a dollar's worth of ease For only half a dime. It bids adieu to clanging din, To fetters of the rail; A free domain it travels in, And halts at any hail. It gathers up a friendly crowd, And jesting fancies play, Where none are cross and none are proud, But all are blithe and gay. And when the jolly trip is done In really record time, We've had a dollar's worth of fun For only half a dime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY |