Steel frames glide on the frozen street
Rhythmic pulse of the pedal beat
Underground where the brass notes flare
Heavy scent in the humid air
Rooted deep in the city low
Where the hidden Monarda grow
Sinking down to the velvet light
Blooming fast in the middle night
Felt piano plays a steady chord
Like a seed that the soil ignored
Cold wind bites at my nylon gear
But the jazz makes the garden clear
Sallow leaves on a dying vine
Tracing out a geometric line
I can feel how the rhythm clings
Like a root where the water sings
Rooted deep in the city low
Where the hidden Monarda grow
Sinking down to the velvet light
Blooming fast in the middle night
Syllables snap like a breaking stem
Finding a spark in a dusty gem
Faster now as the clock turns grey
Racing hard to outrun the day
Pedal hard through the limestone haze
Lost inside of a concrete maze
Chlorophyll in a neon glow
Watching all of the petals blow
Rooted deep in the city low
Where the hidden Monarda grow
Sinking down to the velvet light
Blooming fast in the middle night
Pedal fast to the morning dew
Basement Bloom, something gold and new.
