The meter clicks on hollow cobblestones
Greenhouse glass breathes fractures in the dawn
A leather spine holds weathered ink and bone
Each step recorded while the night is gone
Cracked glass notebook counts the walking feet
Leather binding wears the city street
Footsteps fall where fractured panes repeat
Dawn arrives on soles of worn concrete
Rain taps rhythm on the taxi roof
Notebook opens to the same stained page
Cracked panes reflect the morning's bare truth
Driver smiles at wisdom of his age
Cracked glass notebook counts the walking feet
Leather binding wears the city street
Footsteps fall where fractured panes repeat
Dawn arrives on soles of worn concrete
Fare box empty but the book stays full
Of footsteps measured past the broken light
No passenger can pull this heavy wool
The count goes on through day and into night
Cracked glass notebook counts the walking feet
Leather binding wears the city street
Footsteps fall where fractured panes repeat
Dawn arrives on soles of worn concrete
Keys turn over engine coughs and sighs
Notebook closes with a snap of hide
Greenhouse stands where cracked glass dreams have died
Another shift begins the long ride
Cracked glass notebook counts the walking feet
Leather binding wears the city street
Footsteps fall where fractured panes repeat
Dawn arrives on soles of worn concrete
The count goes on where driver and dawn meet
Engine hums and notebook waits
