You perch on the piazza at four fifty-three
Ribbon dried up like last week's coffee in me
Carriage returns with a clang that wakes the asleep
Morning edition you're the first on the street
Shutters roll up like garage doors on the block
Cornetti steam rises sweet as a shock
You hammer the dawn while the city unlocks
You're the morning edition hot off the stone
Keys strike cobble before the espresso's done
No byline needed just rhythm and bone
Morning edition you're the only one
Vespa coughs past a sputter of blue smoke and noise
You don't miss a beat just a clean steady poise
Typebars strike paper like grill marks on beef
Morning edition serving truth rare and brief
Shutters roll up like garage doors on the block
Cornetti steam rises sweet as a shock
You hammer the dawn while the city unlocks
You're the morning edition hot off the stone
Keys strike cobble before the espresso's done
No byline needed just rhythm and bone
Morning edition you're the only one
Barista unlocks pulls the first lever down
Hiss of the wand best sound in this town
You clack out a sonnet for two euros a cup
Morning edition waking the city up
No deadline pressure no editor's red
Just you and the stones where the ancient ones bled
Each keystroke a footprint each page a new map
Morning edition close the night's final gap
You're the morning edition hot off the stone
Keys strike cobble before the espresso's done
No byline needed just rhythm and bone
Morning edition you're the only one
Sun hits the fountain gold on the wet stone
You finish the page but you're never quite done
Ribbon winds back carriage parks for the day
Morning edition you've had your say
You're the morning edition hot off the stone
Keys strike cobble before the espresso's done
No byline needed just rhythm and bone
Morning edition the only one
Paper warm in the dawn light's glow
Next shift starts when the church bells toll
