Morning shift ends at the Blue Door Café
Apron folded where the coffee stains stay
Beacon Street curves where the brick lays deep
History humming in the cracks I keep
These bricks remember every wandering shoe
I trace the pattern that the builders knew
No hymnal open but the tune stays true
Sidewalk psalm rising in the autumn blue
Elm leaves gather where the mortar breathes
Altos humming in the gutter's seams
Tourist cameras click on Revere's old trace
I know the rhythm of this haunted place
These bricks remember every wandering shoe
I trace the pattern that the builders knew
No hymnal open but the tune stays true
Sidewalk psalm rising in the autumn blue
Order pad tucked in my canvas coat
Regulars' orders committed by rote
But here no menu no rush no demand
Just footfall syncopation underhand
These bricks remember every wandering shoe
I trace the pattern that the builders knew
No hymnal open but the tune stays true
Sidewalk psalm rising in the autumn blue
Church bells tower over Quincy Square
Choir director's ghost still combs the air
I breathe the measure let the silence ring
My voice an alto searching for a wing
These bricks remember every wandering shoe
I trace the pattern that the builders knew
No hymnal open but the tune stays true
Sidewalk psalm rising in the autumn blue
One more verse where the mortar holds you
Brick and breath in counterpoint
Sidewalk psalm at turning point
