Cold vacuum seals the hangar door
Steel ribs breathe on void's cold floor
Single wheel cuts silent arc
Carbon frame leaves ghostly mark
Spoke light paints the dark alloy
Pedal turns the night to joy
No meter runs on orbital miles
Just rubber kissing vacuum tiles
Dock lamps flicker sodium ghosts
Rider charts the starboard coasts
Helmet glass reflects the bay
Sweat beads trace the Milky Way
Spoke light paints the dark alloy
Pedal turns the night to joy
No meter runs on orbital miles
Just rubber kissing vacuum tiles
Oxygen gauge reads half-past three
Stars don't charge a fare for free
Handlebars grip carbon trust
Frame holds tight through rust and dust
Twenty years I drove the beltway grind
Never found a peace of mind
This rider finds what I missed
Balance kept on razor wrist
Wake turbulence from freighter pass
Rider leans through gyre and mass
Dynamo hum sings battery song
Watts accumulate the dark too long
Spoke light paints the dark alloy
Pedal turns the night to joy
No meter runs on orbital miles
Just rubber kissing vacuum tiles
Shift ends when the airlock seals
Titanium heart reveals its steel
No tip jar for the final mile
Just starlight on a chrome profile
Spoke light paints the dark alloy
Pedal turns the night to joy
No meter runs on orbital miles
Just rubber kissing vacuum tiles
Meter drops in vacuum hush
Spoke light cuts the cosmic plush
