Cobblestones drink the grey dawn light
Bike frame sleeps through the frozen night
Chain rings seized by the canal breath
Twenty winters chewing slow on steel teeth
Rust behind bridges holds the quiet
No one rides it no one tries it
Fog eats spokes like a late shift meal
Memory locked in the frozen wheel
Basket woven with a tulip stem
Dry rot claimed it season by stem
Handlebar tape unwinds like lace
Grill marks sear on a steel landscape
Rust behind bridges holds the quiet
No one rides it no one tries it
Fog eats spokes like a late shift meal
Memory locked in the frozen wheel
Tram bell cuts through the vapour screen
Regulars know the same routine
Herring stand closes at three sharp
Bike don't move don't need a heart
Rust behind bridges holds the quiet
No one rides it no one tries it
Fog eats spokes like a late shift meal
Memory locked in the frozen wheel
Griddle hums at four AM
Same old jokes same crowd again
But out there where the water sleeps
A frame keeps promises it keeps
Lock fused shut by the salt and time
No key fits no reason no rhyme
Owner gone to a warmer coast
Left the bike in the canal's trust
Rust behind bridges holds the quiet
No one rides it no one tries it
Fog eats spokes like a late shift meal
Memory locked in the frozen wheel
Rust behind bridges holds the quiet
Falsetto soars where the steel lies silent
Winter fog keeps the secret warm
Cook turns off the grill alarm
