Cab sits heavy on King Street curb
Steam rises where the wet tires disturb
Attic window catches gold
Cyclist sits where the light unfolds
He unwinds in the spoke light
Thread by thread in the morning bright
Wool jersey pulls at the seam
Coming clean in the sun's first beam
Grease tattoo on his right calf muscle
Chain sings quiet a mechanical hustle
Needle pulls on a wool spool thread
Unknitting dreams in his copper head
He unwinds in the spoke light
Thread by thread in the morning bright
Wool jersey pulls at the seam
Coming clean in the sun's first beam
I know the fare before the door shuts
Life's a ride with no ifs or buts
Passenger watches the world unwind
Meter ticks but leaves the soul behind
Sun climbs higher the magic breaks
Thread snaps taut the moment shakes
He clips the pedal the spell is done
Another fare another sun
Window glare now bites the glass
Shadows stretch on the wooden sash
Cyclist breathes the knot holds fast
Morning spell is broken at last
He unwinds in the spoke light
Thread by thread in the morning bright
Wool jersey pulls at the seam
Coming clean in the sun's first beam
I drop the flag the diesel sighs
Watch the rider claim the prize
Balance found on two thin wheels
Truth revealed on the spinning wheel
He unwinds in the spoke light
Thread by thread in the morning bright
Wool jersey pulls at the seam
Coming clean in the sun's first beam
Spoke light spoke light
He rides the spoke light
Meter drops the day begins
Spoke light spins and spins