Polished brass looks through the grey
Where the subway sleepers stay
Deep in loam of concrete floors
Waiting by the sliding doors
Three am on a vacant track
Bringing all the memories back
Focus sharp on a ghost of gold
Stories that the iron hold
Monstera grows in a pot
Watching for the sunny spot
Patient roots in heavy clay
Dreaming of a brighter day
Three am on a vacant track
Bringing all the memories back
Focus sharp on a ghost of gold
Stories that the iron hold
Calamagrostis in the breeze
Swaying like the subway trees
Green stems bend to meet the light
Cutting through the velvet night
Three am on a vacant track
Bringing all the memories back
Focus sharp on a ghost of gold
Stories that the iron hold
Telescope finds a distant star
Though the station feels so far
Soil and metal, leaf and bone
Finding peace in a midnight zone
Three am on a vacant track
Bringing all the memories back
Focus sharp on a ghost of gold
Stories that the iron hold
Brass lens, cold steel, city glow.
Let the quiet garden grow.
