You pace the lot where ticket booths rust
Camera strap digs quiet dust
Ferris wheel bones scrape pale grey sky
Cotton candy clouds drift slowly by
Neon arrow blinks hot pink tea
Diner sign hums wait for me
Steam rises from a chipped white mug
Your breath writes poems on the rug
Ferris Wheel Diner glowing steady
Maple leaves fall heavy ready
You shoot the sign the wheel the booth
Autumn prints its final truth
Shutter snaps the season gone
Light writes songs on wet lawn
You count the cars in diagonal lines
Peeling paint on cracked tail light shines
Ticket stubs ring a silent bell
Rusted chains lock the carousel
Neon arrow blinks hot pink tea
Diner sign hums wait for me
Steam rises from a chipped white mug
Your breath writes poems on the rug
Ferris Wheel Diner glowing steady
Maple leaves fall heavy ready
You shoot the sign the wheel the booth
Autumn prints its final truth
Shutter snaps the season gone
Light writes songs on wet lawn
You frame the cook flipping blue plate eggs
Grease pops loud on cracked vinyl legs
Waitress pours coffee black as tar
Steam fogs the glass where you are
Shutter clicks freeze falling gold
Stories that the season told
No ticket needed no fare to pay
Grey light lingers through the day
You pack the roll you hop the freight
Autumn stays behind the gate
Ferris Wheel Diner glowing steady
Maple leaves fall heavy ready
You shoot the sign the wheel the booth
Autumn prints its final truth
Shutter snaps the season gone
Light writes