Track Insight / Lyrics
I yank the pitcher onto the
curb where the bus idles diesel ticking
October peels the tape off my cardboard sign, the L curling up slow
click—shutter swallows the yellow, ice cubes chattering like small teeth
I pour for a woman in a rust coat; she drops a quarter and a grunt into the tin
Lemonade in October, sugar sitting grainy at the pitcher's bottom
baritone sax from the laundromat next door bleeding low through the vinyl crackle
I snap the coins the empty glass
my shadow stretched three bus stops long
and I'm already stacking cups, re-taping the price, watching the next fare hiss in
The kalimba kid three doors down plucks something blue into the cold
I frame the maple leaves stuck to the lid, frost just kissing the rim
a school bus groans past small
faces hunched in puffy jackets none stopping
I pour another—the lemon peels spiral down, sticky orange on my knuckles
Lemonade in October, sugar sitting grainy at the pitcher's bottom
baritone sax from the laundromat next door bleeding low through the vinyl crackle
I snap the coins the empty glass
my shadow stretched three bus stops long
and I'm already stacking cups, re-taping the price, watching the next fare hiss in
