Steel grille grins at midnight pump
Rusted can begins to jump
Spout bent sideways kissing air
Thirsty ghost with nothing there
Dust cakes thick on iron ribs
Dreams of gardens glass and drips
Handle cold a frozen claw
Waiting for the natural law
Crossroads hum at hundred nineteen
Water seeks a vessel clean
Pump clicks empty hollow sound
Iron thirst on frozen ground
Wipers scrape the oily sheen
Coldest coffee I have seen
Fare jumped out at mile three
Left his silence here with me
Crossroads hum at hundred nineteen
Water seeks a vessel clean
Pump clicks empty hollow sound
Iron thirst on frozen ground
Hose hangs limp a dead snake tongue
Nozzle sings a song unsung
Pressure builds behind the gauge
Turn the key release the cage
Red paint flakes like dried up skin
Longing for the green to begin
Headlights sweep the dirty floor
Just need water nothing more
Meter ticks a steady beat
Spout drips rust upon my feet
Dawn cracks open gray and white
Metal drinks the morning light
Crossroads hum at hundred nineteen
Water finds a vessel clean
Pump roars alive a heavy sound
Iron thirst on holy ground
Engine turns the meter wakes
Rusty spout the highway takes
