Leather cracked from a thousand fares
Pages hold the city's prayers
Fire escape rust sings quiet tunes
Dusk paints shadows on cement moons
Iron summer holds the page
Witness to the turning age
Taxi meters count the cost
Notebook remembers what was lost
Rain slick streets reflect a copper glow
Meter clicks where the night winds blow
Notebook watches from its steel perch
Summer dusk leaves the day in lurch
Iron summer holds the page
Witness to the turning age
Taxi meters count the cost
Notebook remembers what was lost
Passenger stories fade like smoke
Notebook binds what the journeys broke
Iron rails keep the vigil tight
Leather breathes in the fading light
Iron summer holds the page
Witness to the turning age
Taxi meters count the cost
Notebook remembers what was lost
Morning comes with a coffee stain
Driver wakes to the grind again
Notebook closed on the fire escape
Summer dusk keeps its silent shape
Wheels turn round on the boulevard
Stories written never hard
Leather holds what the meters miss
Summer iron summer kiss
Final fare at the break of dawn
Notebook waits on the iron lawn
Taxi rests but the witness stays
Summer dusk through the window panes
Iron summer holds the page
Witness to the turning age
Taxi meters count the cost
Notebook remembers what was lost
Leather breathes in the fading light
Summer iron through the night
Engine cools on the avenue
Notebook keeps its iron view