Leather cover cracked on corner seams
Fountain ink bleeds through forgotten dreams
Taxi wheels hum on wet asphalt
Notebook rides where the music's soft
Smoke curls slow from basement doors
Piano keys kiss wooden floors
Pages turn with saxophone breath
Stories wake from silent death
Blue notebook drifts in jazz club light
Holding summers warm and bright
Taxi driver reads each line
Chicago nights taste sweet like wine
Meter clicks like steady heartbeat time
Double bass walks slow blue rhythm rhyme
Worn pages whisper old fare prices
Saxophone cries through cigarette slices
Smoke curls slow from basement doors
Piano keys kiss wooden floors
Pages turn with saxophone breath
Stories wake from silent death
Blue notebook drifts in jazz club light
Holding summers warm and bright
Taxi driver reads each line
Chicago nights taste sweet like wine
Rain-slicked windshield reflects neon glow
Notebook pages turn soft and slow now
Driver knows each street by heart tonight
Basement jazz plays worn-out part again
Cracked spine holds a thousand rides
Midnight fares and lullabies
Chicago breathes in minor keys Notebook catches memories
Taxi meter clicks the beat
Stories written on the street
Blue notebook drifts in jazz club light
Holding summers warm and bright
Taxi driver reads each line
Chicago nights taste sweet like wine
Dawn breaks slow on Lake Shore Drive today
Leather cover rests on dashboard worn
Final fare paid, night turns into morn
Notebook closed but new stories born
Blue notebook drifts in jazz club light
Holding summers warm and bright
Taxi driver reads each line
Chicago nights taste sweet like wine
Blue notebook drifts in jazz club light
Holding summers warm and bright
Taxi driver reads each line
Chicago nights taste sweet like wine
Rain stops tapping meter glass
Morning shifts through Clark Street pass