I, a driver in my humble stead,
Travel miles, San Fran streets I tread,
Cradled in cars, secrets are shed,
Welcome to Uber Confessions, a journey to be led.

From the foggy Bay to the Golden Gate,
A city as an open slate,
In tales of the Tech Guru’s fate,
Or whispers of deals sealed quite late.

In my realm, leather seats soft and mellow,
Silicon dreams spill, loose and yellow,
Project launches, partnerships echo,
In the backseat, emerged an IPO’s hello.

Passengers speak, their stories unfurl
Spinning tales of the tech-world whirl,
Hidden bytes and truths they hurl,
In this car, an oyster, a pearl.

The bright-eyed tourist, searching and eager,
With marvelled eyes, and laughter keener,
Shares stories of the city, colored and meager,
In the silence between us, connection lingers.

Locals, the pulse of the city’s heart,
Narrate tales of alleys and art,
Weaving the urban fabric apart,
In every ride, their masterpiece, a start.

Their stories pile, a nightly amassed collection,
Swirling in this astral intersection,
A human constellation, a dazzling projection,
A testament to our shared direction.

Uber Confessions, a stage, a shrine,
Where the ordinary becomes divine,
Not just taupe but silver shine,
A venture from A to B, in stories we intertwine.

Destination reached, tales erstwhile,
Yet through each mile, I wear a smile,
In the saga of the city, a narrative pile,
Uber Confessions, San Francisco’s secret file.