You stand where yellow lines converge
Rod case leaning on the curb
Last train left ten minutes past
Fluorescent hum holds steady fast
Tackle box snaps shut on tile
Boots still damp from river mile
Camera clicks your weathered hands
Shutter catches where you stand
Night fisher waits for morning bite
Platform glow replaces light
No water here but steel and rail
You cast your line through stale night air
Hook sinks deep in concrete sleep
Dreams of catch you'll never keep
Token rolls in coat pocket deep
Promises you meant to keep
Scale and fin turn into fare
Bus ride out of nowhere there
Night fisher waits for morning bite
Platform glow replaces light
No water here but steel and rail
You cast your line through stale night air
Hook sinks deep in concrete sleep
Dreams of catch you'll never keep
Cello weeps a low refrain
Banjo answers back again
Foot stomp builds a thunder sound
Hope rises from the underground
Dawn paints gray on tunnel wall
No fish rise to answer call
But you stay and you breathe in
Stubborn as the tide within
Lens cap off for one last frame
Fisherman and dawn the same
Print develops slow and true
Morning catches up to you
Night fisher waits for morning bite
Platform glow replaces light
No water here but steel and rail
You cast your line through stale night air
Hook sinks deep in concrete sleep
Dreams of catch you'll never keep
Line goes slack in morning hush
Night fisher packs his tackle box
