My cab knows every pothole by heart
Moss drinks the factory's broken spine
Fifteen years I've driven these streets apart
Your bow wakes steel where rust used to shine
Fare box clicks but music pays more
Green creeps through windows where glass is gone
Night shift ends at the ruin's door
Each note plants seeds where concrete was born
Rust and rosin kiss in morning light
Moss drinks the iron bow sings through night
Taxi man parks where the wild vines climb
Violin paints ruin in rhythm and rhyme
Passenger asked why I stop here now
Music grows where the smokestack fell
Told him the fare don't matter nohow
Each phrase a root in the cracked concrete shell
Fare box clicks but music pays more
Green creeps through windows where glass is gone
Night shift ends at the ruin's door
Each note plants seeds where concrete was born
Rust and rosin kiss in morning light
Moss drinks the iron bow sings through night
Taxi man parks where the wild vines climb
Violin paints ruin in rhythm and rhyme
Wipers swing like a metronome beat
Arco lifts dust from the machine gears
Thirty years driving this same concrete street
Now nature composes what industry hears
Rust and rosin kiss in morning light
Moss drinks the iron bow sings through night
Taxi man parks where the wild vines climb
Violin paints ruin in rhythm and rhyme
Dispatcher wonders where unit four went
Cello-low notes from a violin frame
Logbook stays blank where the time was spent
Wild concert played on a rusted acclaim
Rust and rosin kiss in morning light
Moss drinks the iron bow sings through night
Taxi man parks where the wild vines climb
Violin paints ruin in rhythm and rhyme
Sunrise paints windshield in gold and gray
Final cadenza fades to dew
Meter reads zero at end of day
Ruin breathes music born anew
Rust and rosin kiss in morning light
Moss drinks the iron bow sings through night
Taxi man parks where the wild vines climb
Violin paints ruin in rhythm and rhyme
Engine cools as bow rests slow
Rust and rosin watch moss grow