Creak of cypress in my chair
Neon paints the pump's chrome glare
Quercus shadows stretch and yawn
Night holds breath until the dawn
Roots don't rush the nutrient flow
Xylem moves in dark below
Station lights bloom hot and strange
Epiphyllum wants a change
Octane Orchid in the night
Burning petals fierce and bright
No soil here for roots to hold
Just vapor rising white and gold
Gibson hums a low sweet line
Muted brass keeps perfect time
Nicotiana smells the air
Heavy scent of diesel prayer
Roots don't rush the nutrient flow
Xylem moves in dark below
Station lights bloom hot and strange
Epiphyllum wants a change
Octane Orchid in the night
Burning petals fierce and bright
No soil here for roots to hold
Just vapor rising white and gold
Leslie spins a warm refrain
Washing oil off the ground
Phototropism pulls my gaze
Toward the buzz of neon haze
Mycorrhizae thread the dark
Connecting root to parking spark
Dormancy breaks in sodium light
Blooming through the concrete night
Octane Orchid in the night
Burning petals fierce and bright
No soil here for roots to hold
Just vapor rising white and gold
Rocking chair sings lullaby
While the Pinus sighs nearby
Shell sign flickers red and green
Strangest bloom I've ever seen
Octane Orchid in the night
Burning petals fierce and bright
No soil here for roots to hold
Just vapor rising white and gold
Octane Orchid blooming still
Roots hold tight on asphalt hill
Octane Orchid standing still
