Coffee burns black in a chipped porcelain cup
Silver sings sharp where the monster blood dries up
Regulars vanish when the platform lights cut
Only the steel and the soot give a damn what
Silver on the tracks
Wipe it clean wipe it back
No name for the beast
Just oil on the feast
Silver on the tracks
Wurlitzer hums through a cracked speaker cone
Orders called out to a booth sitting alone
Eggs over easy on a chipped diner plate
Blade catches lamplight at a quarter to eight
Silver on the tracks
Wipe it clean wipe it back
No name for the beast
Just oil on the feast
Silver on the tracks
Hofner walks low where the rat tails dart
Vinegar bottle shakes salt on the tart
Regular laughs with a gap in his grin
Orders the usual lets the night shift begin
Silver on the tracks
Wipe it clean wipe it back
No name for the beast
Just oil on the feast
Silver on the tracks
Steam rises slow from a porcelain spout
Ichor turns brown when the rag wrings it out
No trophy no tale no song on the wire
Just rhythm and steel and the coming of fire
First train shudders up the tunnel throat
Apron comes off hangs the rag on the coat
Silver slides home in a worn leather sheath
Another night done underneath the street
Silver on the tracks
Wipe it clean wipe it back
No name for the beast
Just oil on the feast
Silver on the tracks
Silver on the tracks
Blade catches dawn
Shift carries on
