Night shift ends at six AM
Flour dust on my apron hem
Soldering iron cools down slow
Blue light paints the stone below
Blue plate special cuts the gray
Saint Denis in shards of day
Cook and artist same old grind
Feeding souls who wait in line
Lead came bends to hold the red
Copper foil wraps every edge
Terrace overlooks the Seine
Colors fall like honey rain
Blue plate special cuts the gray
Saint Denis in shards of day
Cook and artist same old grind
Feeding souls who wait in line
Eggs over easy runny gold
Regulars want their stories told
She sketches saints with copper wire
I flip the hash tend to the fire
Blue plate special cuts the gray
Saint Denis in shards of day
Cook and artist same old grind
Feeding souls who wait in line
Grease and flux both burn the thumb
Patience measured moments come
She sees heaven in a shard
I find grace in bacon lard
Noon sun strikes the rose window
Apse and nave in ruby glow
Chairs stack up on checkered tile
Light drinks up the shadow's mile
Blue plate special cuts the gray
Saint Denis in shards of day
Cook and artist same old grind
Feeding souls who wait in line
Blue plate special light and time
Coffee steam meets colored light
Blue plate special fades away
