Engine hums through frozen rows
Keys click where the north wind blows
Taxi meter ticks like typewriter keys
Snow covers the orchard's frozen trees
Fare runs high on icy midnight streets
Ribbon wears thin where the cold wind breathes
Carbon tracks on white paper snow
Headlights write what the driver knows
Each letter pressed is a mile earned
Ink bleeds deep where the tires turned
Branches heavy with winter's white load
Shift lever grinds on the frozen road
Space bar jumps like a curb struck hard
Margin lines guard the frozen yard
Carbon tracks on white paper snow
Headlights write what the driver knows
Each letter pressed is a mile earned
Ink bleeds deep where the tires turned
Bell dings soft at the row's far end
Engine coughs but it won't descend
Carriage returns on a snow-packed street
Platen turns where the rubber meets
Carbon tracks on white paper snow
Headlights write what the driver knows
Each letter pressed is a mile earned
Ink bleeds deep where the tires turned
Correction fluid can't fix the past
Frost etches deep on the windshield glass
Two voices merge in the dusk's last light
One steers the wheel, one strikes the type
Ribbon exhausted, the night grows thin
Dawn breaks sharp where the tires have been
Final fare paid in keystrokes and frost
Story ends where the orchard was lost
Engine settles in morning's pale glow
Last page pulled from the typewriter's throat
Tracks fade slow in the melting white
Driver and keys both rest tonight
Carbon tracks on white paper snow
Headlights write what the driver knows
Each letter pressed was a mile earned
Ink bleeds deep where the tires turned
Carbon tracks on white paper snow
Headlights write what the driver knows
Keys fall silent. Engine cold.
Snow covers the story told.
