Cobblestones hold midnight's chill
Iron spout stands silent still
No espresso steam yet climbs
Just the can and waking rhymes
Rusty can on Roman stone
Waits for light to wake the zone
Steam will rise from copper spout
When the city wakes its mouth
Green paint flakes like ocean salt
Years of gardens none at fault
Handle bent from heavy loads
Carried water down dusty roads
Rusty can on Roman stone
Waits for light to wake the zone
Steam will rise from copper spout
When the city wakes its mouth
Shutters closed on Via Corso
Dawn comes slow and not so fast
Can remembers every flower
Waiting for the morning's hour
Rusty can on Roman stone
Waits for light to wake the zone
Steam will rise from copper spout
When the city wakes its mouth
Lighthouse lens would sweep the deep
This square has promises to keep
No storm here just quiet wait
Dawn breaks clean on copper plate
First cup clinks on marble table
Can's work done no longer able
Rusty sides catch golden light
Square breathes deep in morning bright
Rusty can on Roman stone
Waits for light to wake the zone
Steam will rise from copper spout
When the city wakes its mouth
Rusty can sleeps on the stone
Rome drinks deep the day is born
