Kid folded wings from homework page
Sharp creases cut the fragile gauge
Tossed it hard toward city glow
Wind caught it where the gutters flow
Staple spine holds the nose together
Rust blooms orange on wet weather
Neon pink reflects the dive
Paper drinks the grime alive
Paper wings rust in alley dark
Neon bleeds on fiber mark
No one flies this route no more
Dreams get heavy on the floor
Cook flips eggs with spatula grace
Watches through the steam-streaked glass
Regulars don't ask no questions
Just sip the bitter blessings
Clock ticks loud on grease-stained wall
Trash can fire warms the bums
Drum machine on borrowed drums
Plane don't move don't catch no breeze
Stuck in place like frozen knees
Morning shift will scrape it clean
Paper wings rust in alley dark
Neon bleeds on fiber mark
No one flies this route no more
Dreams get heavy on the floor
Morning comes the health inspect
Write up violations on the deck
But nobody cites the plane that died
Pinned where shadows multiply
New kid folds a fresh design
Borrows ink from borrowed time
Tosses hard the same old way
Wind don't care about the day
Paper wings rust in alley dark
Neon bleeds on fiber mark
No one flies this route no more
Dreams get heavy on the floor
Paper wings rust in alley dark
Neon bleeds on fiber mark
Grill cools down the shift is done
Another plane becomes the sun