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White porcelain on grey cobblestone
Chipped rim finds paths the lost have known
Winter wind cuts through wool and wire
Mug hunts a sip of vanished fire
No passenger waits at this address
Just ceramic grit and cold duress
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Searching where the heat has gone
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Warmth once lived in clay alone
Driver watches, engine hums
Mug remembers where it comes from
Kiln-baked memory holds the shape
Of coffee dark and morning grape
Alley walls lean close and tight
Kissing frost on ceramic white
Handle cold as taxi rail
Seeking steam's invisible trail
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Searching where the heat has gone
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Warmth once lived in clay alone
Driver watches, engine hums
Mug remembers where it comes from
Three a.m. and dispatch sleeps
Radio static, promises it keeps
Mug pauses by a steam vent grate
Inhales the breath of city's fate
Taxi clock ticks slow and deep
While clay performs its silent creep
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Searching where the heat has gone
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Warmth once lived in clay alone
Driver watches, engine hums
Mug remembers where it comes from
Glaze catches sodium glow
Orange wash on curves below
Every chip tells fare and tip
Lip marks from a thousand sip
Meter runs but wheels stay still
Night shift bends to mug's strong will
Fifty years I've drove these streets
Seen concrete crack in winter heats
Never watched a cup crawl home
Through frozen dark and sodium chrome
But clay holds on to what it knew
Heat outlives the brew it knew
Dawn breaks pale on windshield glass
Mug finds a vent at long last
Steam rises, clay drinks deep
Warmth wakes what frost put asleep
Flag drops green, I pull away
Ceramic lives another day
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Found the place the heat calls home
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Warmth returns to clay alone
Driver watches, engine hums
Mug remembers where it comes from
Steam on stone, steam on stone
Heat outlives the brew it knew
Meter clicks, the morning fare
Steam rises on the copper ware