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Coffee steam curls past her wrist
Depot clock won't stay dismissed
Peeling paint on brick facade
Hides the years she's barely logged
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
While freight cars shake the window up
I frame her face in silver light
She owns the night, she owns the night
Apron stained with midnight grease
She counts the change with practiced ease
No train has stopped here since the fall
But she still hears the boarding call
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
While freight cars shake the window up
I frame her face in silver light
She owns the night, she owns the night
My thumb advances film to nine
This depot death, this dance of mine
She wipes a ring from table top
The coffee never lets her stop
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
While freight cars shake the window up
I frame her face in silver light
She owns the night, she owns the night
A bus ticket burns my jeans
Her tired eyes know what it means
She slides a pie without a word
The sweetest theft I've ever heard
Steam rises from the ceramic rim
No customers, just phantom limb
The conductor who never came back
Left her waiting on the track
Shutter clicks at four a.m.
Depot dreams don't need a stem
Peeling paint holds all her years
I develop what she fears
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
While freight cars shake the window up
I frame her face in silver light
She owns the night, she owns the night
She owns this night, she owns the night
Camera clicks, the film runs out
Depot coffee, midnight route
