You water tomatoes in tin cans at dusk
The iron escape hums with pigeon dust
Your alto breath shapes a half-known prayer
Roots drink deep in the cooling air
Iron and glass hold the summer heat
You tend the green where the shadows meet
A fire escape sings in rusted voice
You make the broken things your choice
Basil leaves brush your calloused thumb
Night-blooming jasmine drinks the hum
The rhodes piano spills through cracked panes
Rain barrels catch what the sky retains
Pigeons roost on riveted steel
You hum the verse that the altos feel
Double bass walks the vinyl floor
Dust spins slow on the SP's core
Iron and glass hold the summer heat
You tend the green where the shadows meet
A fire escape sings in rusted voice
You make the broken things your choice
No choir loft no stained glass light
Just tomato vines and fading night
Your fingers know each leaf by heart
The melody you tear apart
Mosquitoes whine in the water tray
You sing the descant soft and grey
The upright bass bows low and sweet
Iron and glass record the heat
Iron and glass hold the summer heat
You tend the green where the shadows meet
A fire escape sings in rusted voice
You make the broken things your choice
Iron and glass hold the heat
Your alto breath fades on the street
