You frame the pump with cracked lens flare
The anchor burns in sodium air
Your finger clicks a frozen prayer
Night exhales in diesel glare
Film advances, you are there
Maps fold flat on vinyl seats
The highway hums in minor keys
You count the miles in cigarette beats
Each frame a ghost the dark releases
Focus pulls through strangers' pleas
Iron anchor burns the crossroads bright
Neon bleeds through glass and night
You shoot the glow in black and white
The shutter steals the anchored light
Iron holds the midnight tight
Coffee steams in paper cups
The attendant counts his change
You focus close on razor snaps
The anchor pulls the magnetic range
Silver halides rearrange
Iron anchor burns the crossroads bright
Neon bleeds through glass and night
You shoot the glow in black and white
The shutter steals the anchored light
Iron holds the midnight tight
Film winds tight in leather bag
Your thumb prints oil on metal teeth
The station hums a fractured gag
You breathe the fumes beneath the wreath
Negative holds iron beneath
Bus tires hiss on wet asphalt
The schedule glows in LED red
You capture what the night has kept
The anchor pulls where dreams are led
Shutter clicks, the moment fed
Dawn cracks slow on chrome and glass
The neon flickers one last time
You pack the roll, let moments pass
The anchor holds its iron rhyme
Exposure ends on borrowed time
Iron anchor burns the crossroads bright
Neon bleeds through glass and night
You shoot the glow in black and white
The shutter steals the anchored light
Iron holds the midnight tight
Iron anchor burns the crossroads bright
Negative develops slow
Iron holds the night aglow
