Vinyl seats cold as a grave digger shovel
Rain slicks the pavement like black devil gravel
Jack-o-lanterns grin from every porch light
Meter ticks steady through the Halloween night
Midnight meter running on Halloween night
Ghosts pay double in the pale moonlight
Skeleton keys unlock every door tight
Meter spins fast in the witching hour light
Witch in the backseat smells of sulfur cinnamon
Candy corn spills from her burlap sack winning
She reads my palm in the rearview reflection
Life line crosses fate at the crossroad intersection
Midnight meter running on Halloween night
Ghosts pay double in the pale moonlight
Skeleton keys unlock every door tight
Meter spins fast in the witching hour light
Skeleton driver waits at the traffic signal
Bone fingers tap the wheel a bony ritual
Radio plays only static and ancient hymns
Fog rolls thick as cemetery wool skins
Midnight meter running on Halloween night
Ghosts pay double in the pale moonlight
Skeleton keys unlock every door tight
Meter spins fast in the witching hour light
Pumpkin lanterns float in black puddle mirrors
Cobweb corners catch the sodium glimmers
Vampire businessman checks his gold watch
Fangs glint sharp as the fare catches
Curb to curb the night tells ancient stories
Every passenger a chapter in the glories
Dawn breaks pale as a ghost sheet rising
Meter resets but the tales stay surprising
Last fare steps out at the churchyard iron gate
Pays in coins cold as November rain weight
Taxi rolls empty through the waking streets
Halloween fades but the meter repeats
Midnight meter running on Halloween night
Ghosts pay double in the pale moonlight
Skeleton keys unlock every door tight
Meter spins fast in the witching hour light
Midnight meter running on Halloween night
Rain stops tapping. Meter goes dark.
Halloween rides shotgun till next year.
