Red clay clings to the rusted spoke
The cypress air is thick as smoke
Saggitaria hides in the stream
A golden hour, a quiet dream
Silver handlebars catch the glow
Where the slow muddy waters flow
Wooden planks hold a heavy weight
Waiting here by the garden gate
Old steel frame in the purple light
Holding on till the edge of night
Wooden porch and a velvet breeze
Sinking down through the willow trees
Taxodium roots hold the ground
Where a secret stillness is found
I speak to the leaves in the shade
While the colors of afternoon fade
Old steel frame in the purple light
Holding on till the edge of night
Wooden porch and a velvet breeze
Sinking down through the willow trees
Sift the loam with a steady hand
Seed the salt of this river land
Wait for the bloom in the humid air
Find a peace that is honest and rare
Chrome is pitted and paint is thin
Where the summer memories begin
Leather seats with a weathered tear
Keeping watch through another year
Ludwigia turns a deep shade of red
While the day puts the sunlight to bed
I can feel the humidity rise
Underneath these wide Southern skies
Old steel frame in the purple light
Holding on till the edge of night
Wooden porch and a velvet breeze
Sinking down through the willow trees
Swaying low, swaying slow.
Bayou steel in the glow.
