Camera clicks on cracked forecourt
Awl meets hide in sodium hum
Bus fumes curl I frame the distort
Wax builds gloss where shadows come
Crossroad shine buff it bright
Crossroad shine cut the night
Leather sings on spinning wheel
Steel and skin the deal is real
Shutter snaps the threadbare knee
Bone handle warms in calloused grip
Destination none for me
Sole wears thin on midnight trip
Crossroad shine buff it bright
Crossroad shine cut the night
Leather sings on spinning wheel
Steel and skin the deal is real
Receipts flutter plastic bag
Bristle brush kisses scarred terrain
No ticket just a dragged out rag
Each stroke writes a hidden name
Fluorescent flicker pulse in throat
Rag turns black the grain drinks deep
I focus where the edges float
Polish feeds the crack to sleep
Two ghosts in one sodium gleam
Stitch by stitch we seam the seam
Film winds tight the canister clicks
Last coat seals the weathered toe
Headlights slice through gasoline ticks
Road unwinds where repaired things go
Crossroad shine buff it bright
Crossroad shine cut the night
Leather sings on spinning wheel
Steel and skin the deal is real
Negative holds the grease and grin
Apron folded heavy door locked
We both know where the night begins
Polished boots hit pavement unshocked
Crossroad shine buff it bright
Crossroad shine cut the night
Leather sings on spinning wheel
Steel and skin the deal is real
Crossroad shine buff it bright
Crossroad shine own the night
Buffers rag drops camera rests
Crossroad shine puts both to test
