Rusted iron climbs the brick facade
Postcard trembles like a dealt card
Stamp peeled loose from Lisbon sand
Drifts down slow on heavy hand
Wind reads the message ink gone blind
Address smudged by rain and time
Meter ticks a steady rhyme
Nobody home to claim the find
Iron postcard caught in dusk fire
Burning slow on wires higher
Taxi waits for fares expired
Stories that the night hired
Corner booth knows every route
Coffee steam curls from the spout
Radio plays a cracked ballad
Driver hums a tune half-bad
Wind reads the message ink gone blind
Address smudged by rain and time
Meter ticks a steady rhyme
Nobody home to claim the find
Iron postcard caught in dusk fire
Burning slow on wires higher
Taxi waits for fares expired
Stories that the night hired
Fire escape sighs a metal groan
Postcard finds a temporary home
Corner tucked where shadows sleep
Promises the city won't keep
Wipers clear the morning mist
Another shift to cross the list
Postcard gone on dawn's first breeze
Just a memory in the keys
Iron postcard caught in dusk fire
Burning slow on wires higher
Taxi waits for fares expired
Stories that the night hired
Meter silent engine cold
Best stories never fully told
Iron rails hold dust and light
Another dusk another night
Iron postcard caught in dusk fire
Burning slow on wires higher
Taxi waits for fares expired
Stories that the night hired
Iron postcard caught in dusk fire
Burning slow on wires higher
Meter drops on empty street
Summer dusk and iron heat