Midnight cleaner sweeps the yellow line
Notebook wakes with spine of cracked design
Pages flutter in the draft so cold
Stories waiting to be bought and sold
Midnight ledger walks the platform alone
Searching for a hand to call its own
Ink stains deep on worn and weathered skin
Dawn breaks sharp where night begins
Coffee cup left on a plastic seat
Steam rises from the bitter heat
Notebook sniffs the residue
Reads the morning in the brew
Midnight ledger walks the platform alone
Searching for a hand to call its own
Ink stains deep on worn and weathered skin
Dawn breaks sharp where night begins
Turnstile clicks with mechanical sigh
Notebook checks the arrival time
No more trains on printed card
Only echoes in the yard
Midnight ledger walks the platform alone
Searching for a hand to call its own
Ink stains deep on worn and weathered skin
Dawn breaks sharp where night begins
Graffiti tags the tunnel wall
Notebook reads them one and all
Phone numbers scratched in blue ballpoint
Dreams deferred at this joint
Fluorescent flicker, bulb goes dark
Notebook finds its final mark
A name pressed deep in margins thin
The last train's passenger within
Morning rush will flood the floor
But notebook waits beside the door
Leather creaks with satisfied sound
Best lost item ever found
Midnight ledger walks the platform alone
Searching for a hand to call its own
Ink stains deep on worn and weathered skin
Dawn breaks sharp where night begins
Midnight ledger finds its way back home
Leather rests where fingers roam
Steel rails hum, the cycle turns
Midnight ledger slowly burns