You park the cab where salt wind blows
Engine ticks as motor slows
Tomato vines climb rusted rows
Cracked panes catch the evening glows
Greenhouse glass holds broken light
Taxi rests through waning day
Lighthouse keeper watches night
Salt and soil both find their way
Oil stains map the passenger seat
Fare box empty, leather worn
Your hands remember every street
Dawn to dusk since you were born
Cello weeps through open door
Roots push deep in clay below
You don't drive these roads no more
Just watch the glass and let time go
Greenhouse glass holds broken light
Taxi rests through waning day
Lighthouse keeper watches night
Salt and soil both find their way
Storm lanterns lined the cliff edge walk
You counted flashes, steady beam
Now taxi wheels forget the clock
Greenhouse dreams outshine the beam
Rain taps rhythms on the roof
Wipers still for good this time
Tomatoes ripen, living proof
