I stood here since the fifties came
Watched the boulevard change its name
Books piled high where tires once spun
Now a cat chases morning sun
Cracked glass hymn hums through the rain
Cat paws rustle on the pane
Night fare paid in dew and dust
Dawn breaks quiet, metal rust
Glass ribs cracked from winter's fist
Each pane a map the storm has kissed
Ferns drink deep in gutter light
Shadows stretch through broken white
Meter's dead but I still count
Every paw print, every amount
Harmonica wheezes low and grim
Steel guitar cries on a busted rim
Cracked glass hymn hums through the rain
Cat paws rustle on the pane
Night fare paid in dew
