Postcard rests on rusted iron rail
Summer heat waves curl the blue ink trail
Taxi meter clicks three blocks south
Driver knows each crack in pavement mouth
Wind lifts corner like tired sigh
Paper trembles ready to fly
Address smudged by decades of rain
Ink dissolves down the window pane
Fire escape holds what mail forgot
Summer dusk guards each quiet slot
Corner card rides midnight breeze
Night driver waits for morning keys
Passenger left it on vinyl seat
Paper corner turned up neat
Airport runs and midnight fares
Driver knows each street and stair
Wind lifts corner like tired sigh
Paper trembles ready to fly
Address smudged by decades of rain
Ink dissolves down the window pane
Fire escape holds what mail forgot
Summer dusk guards each quiet slot
Corner card rides midnight breeze
Night driver waits for morning keys
Meter drops at red light pause
Engine coughs in humid hush
Postcard trembles on bolted ledge
One gust turns the final page
Thirty years he's read these streets
Knows each corner knows each beat
Cards and letters left behind
All arrive where they need to find
Fire escape holds what mail forgot
Summer dusk guards each quiet slot
Corner card rides midnight breeze
Night driver waits for morning keys
Dawn paints rails in copper light
Night retreats from iron height
Meter resets for morning run
New day begins when night is done
Fire escape holds what mail forgot
Summer dusk guards each quiet slot
Corner card rides midnight breeze
Night driver waits for morning keys
Piano fades with morning brake
Brush snare settles on worn steel