She frames the token booth in glass
Shutter clicks like breaking glass
Film wind sings a quiet hymn
Tile edge wears a cracked white rim
She sips cold tea on bench seat
Brass tube rests against her knee
Turnstile clicks but no one passes
Wind tunnel hums through iron grasses
Camera strap cuts shoulder blade
Negatives hold the night we made
Flash bulb pops a white surprise
Platform swallows compromise
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
She shoots the dark on forty speed
Midnight develops what we need
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
Fluorescent flicker paints her face
Film canister clicks in place
Token clerk has gone to sleep
Promises the city keeps
She winds the lever frame by frame
Subway knows her secret name
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
She shoots the dark on forty speed
Midnight develops what we need
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
Concrete rising through her soles
History stored in metal holes
She develops in the station dark
Chemical bath leaves its mark
Prints dry on a chain link fence
Truth doesn't ask for common sense
Morning train cuts through the gloom
Brass tube packed in canvas loom
She boards with negatives in hand
Images burned on silver strand
Platform stays with dust and paper
Next stop waits for her later
City wakes to car horn blast
First exposure draining fast
She focuses on fire escape
Morning light cuts sharp like tape
She loads fresh film for morning run
Brass eye catches rising sun
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
She shoots the dark on forty speed
Midnight develops what we need
Brass eye watches underground
Last train screams without a sound
Brass tube rests on platform bench
Last frame developed monochrome
She walks the tracks toward the light
Brass eye sees in black and white
