He rolls in from the graying street
Where asphalt burns beneath his feet
The Monsterea leans a leaf
To watch the rider find relief
Steam is rising from the pot
The kitchen air is thick and hot
Sinking deep in heavy sound
Brakes are locked on level ground
He leans against the tiled white wall
While silver droplets start to fall
The Ficus grows a steady root
Beside the mud upon his boot
Steam is rising from the pot
The kitchen air is thick and hot
Sinking deep in heavy sound
Brakes are locked on level ground
The kettle hums a steady drone
A sudden peace he calls his own
Like Calathea folding tight
He hides away from sudden light
Steam is rising from the pot
The kitchen air is thick and hot
Sinking deep in heavy sound
Brakes are locked on level ground
The chrome is cold against his hand
A quiet spot to take a stand
The soil is rich the air is sweet
While water boils in rhythmic beat
Steam is rising from the pot
The kitchen air is thick and hot
Sinking deep in heavy sound
Brakes are locked on level ground
Steel and steam, steel and steam
Steel and steam, steel and steam
