Meter reads three-fifty flat now
Greenhouse glass holds midnight chat now
Flour dust on the vinyl seat
Dough rises in the backstreet heat
Cracked pane sighs at dawn's first blush
Sourdough starter morning hush
Knead the dark fold in the light
Oven breathes before the night
Cracked pane rising flour on glass
Night bakes slow let the hours pass
Taxi waits with engine warm now
Greenhouse keeps the storm from harm
Meter clicks to four-oh-three now
Frost writes on the glass key somehow
Proverbs baked in crust and crumb
Every fare finds journey home
Cracked pane rising flour on glass
Night bakes slow let the hours pass
Taxi waits with engine warm now
Greenhouse keeps the storm from harm
Spring reverb on tremolo bar
Bassline gallops past the jar
Flour prints on frozen steel
Two solitudes share night meal
Cracked pane catches first snow fall
Rye loaf rises answers call
Steam writes verses on the glass
Taxi wheels on wet asphalt
Meter drops to zero right now
Greenhouse holds a sacred vow now
Flour marks the passenger mat
Night baker tips his battered hat
Cracked pane rising flour on glass
Night bakes slow let the hours pass
Taxi waits with engine warm now
Greenhouse keeps the storm from harm
Engine off the flour settles deep
Cracked pane guards the yeast asleep