Grease stains the menu board tonight
Coffee burns black in fluorescent light
Map left behind on vinyl seat
Routes I'll never ride or meet
Red line bleeds on paper folds
Green line stops where the coffee's cold
Grill don't care for city maps
Only grease and bacon scraps
Order up two over easy
Hash browns scattered crisp and greasy
Customer traces routes with thumb
Never sees where I come from
Red line bleeds on paper folds
Green line stops where the coffee's cold
Grill don't care for city maps
Only grease and bacon scraps
Grill screams when the patties hit
Spatula flips in steady rhythm
Timer dings the toast is done
Another shift another run
Red line bleeds on paper folds
Green line stops where the coffee's cold
Grill don't care for city maps
Only grease and bacon scraps
Dishwasher hums a low bass line
Ketchup bottles mark the time
Map shows stations I don't know
But I know every regular Joe
Fingers trace the Lexington
Avenue I'll never walk upon
But Booth Four knows my tired bones
Better than any subway map shows
Morning crew comes through the door
Map gets tossed on locker floor
Red line green line fade to gray
Another night another day
Red line bleeds on paper folds
Green line stops where the coffee's cold
Grill don't care for city maps
Only grease and bacon scraps
No transfer at three a.m.
Just grease and grits and coffee stains
Map folds up in my back pocket
Booth Four waits for the next ticket
