Grease pops hot on the flat top grill
Coffee burns the mug standing still
She parks the van where the pink sign hums
Blue glass flashes when the night shift comes
She cuts the color strips the wire tight
Solder smoke curls in the mercury light
Lead lines bind the shards into grace
Held together in this concrete place
Grinder screams a high tin song
Copper tape wraps where it belongs
Flux smells sharp like a penny taste
She don't rush and she don't waste
She cuts the color strips the wire tight
Solder smoke curls in the mercury light
Lead lines bind the shards into grace
Held together in this concrete place
Regulars laugh at the eggs over easy
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