Neon flickers cross the street
Stained glass artist takes a seat
Lead lines cut the dark to pieces
Color bleeds where light increases
Solder scent on calloused hands
Mapping borders, drawing lands
Each fragment holds a quiet prayer
Framed in copper, caught in air
Lead and light at midnight hour
Gas station glows like sunrise flower
Two strangers watching colors turn
Lessons that the shadows learn
Lead and light at midnight hour
Eggs flip slow on seasoned steel
Regulars know the daily deal
Artist sketches in a napkin square
Catches glow from pumps out there
Solder scent on calloused hands
Mapping borders, drawing lands
Each fragment holds a quiet prayer
Framed in copper, caught in air
Lead and light at midnight hour
Gas station glows like sunrise flower
Two strangers watching colors turn
Lessons that the shadows learn
Lead and light at midnight hour
Rain writes verses on the glass
Minutes stretch and slowly pass
Copper foil wraps broken edges
Holy work on jagged ledges
No grand stage no gallery Just fluorescent ministry
We both serve the night shift crowd
Head bowed low but spirit proud
Lead and light at midnight hour
Gas station glows like sunrise flower
Two strangers watching colors turn
Lessons that the shadows learn
Lead and light at midnight hour
Dawn cracks open through the wire
Coffee cups retire to fire
Artist packs the finished pane
Carries color into rain
Lead and light at breaking dawn
Night shift magic gently gone
Two strangers shared a silent song
Where broken pieces belong
Lead and light at breaking dawn
Grill goes cold
Neon folds
