Yellow paint flakes on concrete floor
Taxi rests by shelf and door
Engine cold since ninety-four
Meter stuck on thirty-four
Rust eats chrome where fares once sat
Library hush wears driver's hat
Wheels don't turn but memories map
Every street a folding trap
Rain on windshield turned to dust
Wiper blades in quiet rust
Dispatch voice now paper gray
Logbook pages fade away
Rust eats chrome where fares once sat
Library hush wears driver's hat
Wheels don't turn but memories map
Every street a folding trap
Proverbs muttered to the glass
Red light holds but green won't pass
Know every curb and one-way sign
Now the stacks draw every line
Rust eats chrome where fares once sat
Library hush wears driver's hat
Wheels don't turn but memories map
Every street a folding trap
Brass plate reads "Archive Access"
Driver naps in vinyl stress
Dreams of bridges, tunnels, night
Headlights cutting through the white
No tip jar by the reference desk
Just card catalogs and loneliness
Steering wheel turns pages slow
Miles counted row by row
Winter tires grip phantom ice
Summer heat pays winter's price
Clock ticks down in basement deep
Promises the hours keep
Rust eats chrome where fares once sat
Library hush wears driver's hat
Wheels don't turn but memories map
Every street a folding trap
Meter runs but wheels don't roll
Final fare pays for the soul
Keys hang silent on the hook
Last chapter in the book
