Yellow cab rests beside the frame
Meter dark and silent now
Condensation writes a name
On each pane's cracked brow
Vinyl seat holds lingering heat
Brushed cymbals on the dash
Tomato vines in tangled sheet
Climb through shattered flash
In the cracked glass greenhouse he stays
Night shift ends in steam and haze
Cracked glass greenhouse keeps the cold away
Warmth finds root in clay
Radio plays a hymn he knows
Choir voice in alto range
Breath fogs where the fracture grows
Sacred geometry of change
In the cracked glass greenhouse he stays
Night shift ends in steam and haze
Cracked glass greenhouse keeps the cold away
Warmth finds root in clay
Dawn paints roses on the floor
Petals drink the pale light through
Meter clicks once then no more
Fare paid in morning dew
Passenger seat holds a thermos cup
Steam rises like a psalm
Succulents drink the cooling up
Calm in vinyl calm
Keys turn over engine purrs
Greenhouse fades in rearview glass
Soil beneath his fingernails stirs
Another night to pass
In the cracked glass greenhouse he stays
Night shift ends in steam and haze
Cracked glass greenhouse keeps the cold away
Warmth finds root in clay
Rain stops tapping on the
