Grease stains bloom on her white apron strings
Coffee rings map the miles that she brings
Regulars laugh at the jokes that I sling
Bell dings sharp when the heavy door swings
She clocks out slow like a rusted gear
Subway stairs swallow what she holds dear
Neon flicker dies as she draws near
Platform wind cuts through her cotton wear
Coffee cold on Platform Three
She's unraveling next to me
Trains scream past but she don't flee
Just another graveyard symphony
Tile floor cold beneath her worn Keds
Rat race pauses while the city sleeps
Token booth dark where the clerk once kept
Keys to gates that the morning accepts
She clocks out slow like a rusted gear
Subway stairs swallow what she holds dear
Neon flicker dies as she draws near
Platform wind cuts through her cotton wear
Coffee cold on Platform Three
She's unraveling next to me
Trains scream past but she don't flee
Just another graveyard symphony
Thread pulls loose from her cuff at the wrist
Timetable blurs to a gray smudged list
Announcer drones through a static mist
Mist that clings where the yellow line missed
I flip the sign to closed at four
Lock the grill and mop the floor
But her shadow stays by the turnstile door
Waiting for a train that runs no more
Coffee cold on Platform Three
She's unraveling next to me
Trains scream past but she don't flee
Just another graveyard symphony
Dawn bleeds pale through the grating above
She straightens her collar finds self to love
Next shift starts with a push and a shove
Back to the grill where the bacon hugs
Coffee cold on Platform Three
She's unraveling wild and free
Trains scream past but she don't flee
This graveyard symphony's for me
Platform Three she's coming undone
Three AM and the night shift's done
