Meter reads zero at three a.m.
Rain slicks the asphalt like black oil
No passenger left in my cab again
Vapor curls where headlights spoil
Rusted spout coughs on cold pavement
Neon bleeds violet on steel ribs
Seeking a drop where engines went
Thirsty metal starts to heal
Rusty spout at the crossroads station
Drinking shadows from pump hoses
Every droplet a salvation
Bloom where the black tar closes
Cabbie knows the night shift gospel
Weather breaks and engines fail
Water finds the lowest vessel
Rust remembers every trail
Rusty spout at the crossroads station
Drinking shadows from pump hoses
Every droplet a salvation
Bloom where the black tar closes
Neither taxi nor tin can linger
Crossroads swallow both our trades
Water burns on exhaust finger
Neon fades as daylight invades
Spigot drips on heated asphalt
Steam rises like morning prayer
Tar softens where the water falls
Bloom grows wild in station air
Dawn cracks the horizon wide open
Meter clicks to life once more
Rusty spout has spoken its lore
Crossroads don't need keys to door
Rusty spout at the crossroads station
Drinking shadows from pump hoses
Every droplet a salvation
Bloom where the black tar closes
Rusty spout at the crossroads station
Drinking shadows from pump hoses
Meter runs the can is full
Morning fare pays the toll