Shutter clicks at dusk on rusted rungs
Bus ticket burns between my fingertips
Heat rises from the iron's heavy lungs
Ash falls soft where destination slips
Old hound waits on the fire escape
Amber eyes hold night in steady shape
No siren pulls him from his iron post
He guards the shadow of a lightning ghost
Nose maps the scent of rain on hot tar
Paws grip the flake of peeling gray paint
Hunter's blood runs quiet, deep and dark
Night belongs to those who wait and wait
Old hound waits on the fire escape
Amber eyes hold night in steady shape
No siren pulls him from his iron post
He guards the shadow of a lightning ghost
Lens catches drool on copper chin
I frame the beast who knows where I begin
Flies buzz loud where streetlight paints the grid
City swallows every thing I did
Old hound waits on the fire escape
Amber eyes hold night in steady shape
No siren pulls him from his iron post
He guards the shadow of a lightning ghost
Dawn will bleed through slats of rusted steel
Bones stay locked where summer shadows heal
Morning light reveals the iron stair
Guard dog knows the weight of heavy air
Old hound waits on the fire escape
Amber eyes hold night in steady shape
No siren pulls him from his iron post
He guards the shadow of a lightning ghost
Old hound waits on the fire escape
Amber eyes hold night in steady shape
