Grease on my apron coffee in hand
Wiped the grill clean best in the land
Last eggs scrambled regulars gone home
Quiet kitchen just me alone
Cold platform coffee steam in the air
Two silent strangers nothing to share
But warmth in the cup and a nod of the head
Riding the rails where the midnight led
Carbon frame frozen breath clouds the tile
Last train thundered gone for a while
Messenger bag heavy straps cut the shoulder
Map on the screen but the route is colder
Cold platform coffee steam in the air
Two silent strangers nothing to share
But warmth in the cup and a nod of the head
Riding the rails where the midnight led
Bell on the counter rings for no one
Fryer oil cooling shift almost done
Saw you through window lean on the rail
Steam from your cup tells a tired tale
Baritone hum meets a falsetto rise
Grease stains and grit under city skies
No names needed no words to explain
Just heat in the ceramic echoing vein
Wheels spin backward in the station glow
Fixie locked tight nowhere left to go
Diner sign flickers bacon and eggs
Warm invitation for weary legs
Cold platform coffee steam in the air
Two silent strangers nothing to share
But warmth in the cup and a nod of the head
Riding the rails where the midnight led
