Yellow cab rolls past the mesa rim
Engine coughs a low jazz hymn
Sun hits fur on sandstone shelf
Driver lights a cigarette himself
Bookstore cat owns the morning shift
Tail wrapped round a paper drift
Canyon winds turn pages slow
Driver knows the roads they go
Meter ticks but time don't matter here
Dust settles on the chrome and gear
Mesa holds the heat like brass
Cat don't care for fare or pass
Mesa Cat watches desert breathe
Sunlit pages turn and leave
No meter runs on canyon time
Just purr and dust and reason rhyme
Radio plays a bent brass tune
Steering wheel beneath the moon
Cat blinks slow at hawks above
Driver drinks his thermos love
Meter ticks but time don't matter here
Dust settles on the chrome and gear
Mesa holds the heat like brass
Cat don't care for fare or pass
Mesa Cat watches desert breathe
Sunlit pages turn and leave
No meter runs on canyon time
Just purr and dust and reason rhyme
Fare box jingles empty now
Sun paints time on the brow
Cat stretches on a western spine
Driver checks his watch and sign
No GPS for where the light falls
Just instinct and the canyon walls
Meter drops when paws touch stone
Driver finds he's finally home
Mesa Cat watches desert breathe
Sunlit pages turn and leave
No meter runs on canyon time
Just purr and dust and reason rhyme
Night shift calls the cab away
Tail lights fade on clay and gray
Cat remains on mesa throne
Driver carries quiet home
Mesa Cat watches desert breathe
Sunlit pages turn and leave
No meter runs on canyon time
Just purr and dust and reason rhyme
Mesa Cat owns the canyon time
Meter sleeps where whiskers gleam
Yellow cab becomes a dream
