Morning fog rolls off the Charles
Red brick glistens, cold and hard
My shadow stretches, long and thin
Twin suns climb the sky again
Six-shooter rests on weathered hip
I watch the leaves like embers flip
Two suns burn on Beacon Hill
Guarding bricks against the chill
Wanderer with a steady hand
Keeper of this autumn land
Light the way where shadows fall
Commuters rush past copper dome
Scarf pulled tight against the breeze
They don't see the guns I carry
Or why I stand so solitary
But every step on mortar laid
Is watched beneath the dual shade
Two suns burn on Beacon Hill
Guarding bricks against the chill
Wanderer with a steady hand
Keeper of this autumn land
Light the way where shadows fall
October paints the elms in gold
Acorns click on sidewalk seams
I count the years in rope and sail
Before the twin suns rose to pale
Lighthouse lens knew single flame
Now double light writes different name
Two suns burn on Beacon Hill
Guarding bricks against the chill
Wanderer with a steady hand
Keeper of this autumn land
Light the way where shadows fall
Tourists snap the Make Way ducks
Kids chase pigeons near the grass
I trace the groove of wagon wheels
Where history and present heals
My logbook holds no latitude
Just brick and leaf and solitude
No storm lantern to trim at night
No foghorn bleeding through the dark
Just vinyl spinning in my room
And two suns burning through the gloom
The groove is deep, the bass walks slow
This post is mine, I'll let it show
Evening paints the gold dome red
Long shadows stretch on Beacon Street
I holster up as daylight fades
Twin suns sink behind the spades
Tomorrow brings the same patrol
One keeper for this brick and soul
Two suns burn on Beacon Hill
Guarding bricks against the chill
Wanderer with a steady hand
Keeper of this autumn land
Light the way where shadows fall
Two suns burn on Beacon Hill
Twin suns set. The brick stays still.
I keep the watch. I always will.
