Spatula flips eggs on steel grate
Grease pops loud as night watch waits
Blue denim passes pump row glow
Torch sparks kiss the night air low
He welds seams where the metal breathes
Blue denim ghost in sodium teeth
Crossroads hum with a diesel hymn
Dawn cracks slow on his welded rim
Ticket spinner clicks short order call
Hash browns sizzle on flat top wall
He lifts his mask wipes sweat on cuff
Steel toes tap on rough concrete stuff
He welds seams where the metal breathes
Blue denim ghost in sodium teeth
Crossroads hum with a diesel hymn
Dawn cracks slow on his welded rim
Coffee pours thick in a chipped white mug
Regulars stare at the ticket log
Blue denim leans on the pump hose side
Sparks shower down where the night roads hide
He welds seams where the metal breathes
Blue denim ghost in sodium teeth
Crossroads hum with a diesel hymn
Dawn cracks slow on his welded rim
Pie case hums with a gelid light
Fryer baskets dip twice in the night
He checks his bead on a joint so clean
Strongest weld that the shift has seen
My order pad wears a grease stain map
Short jokes land in a coffee gap
He builds things that hold weight and time
I flip eggs in a rhythm rhyme
Sunrise paints the pump tops gold
His shift ends as the day unfolds
Blue denim folds on the front seat
Engine turns with a heavy beat
He welds seams where the metal breathes
Blue denim ghost in sodium teeth
Crossroads hum with a diesel hymn
Dawn cracks slow on his welded rim
Grill goes cold coffee gets dumped
Blue denim neon stays pumped
