Meter clicks the morning gray
Brick arches drink the runoff spray
Figure waits where shadows pool
Water breaks the sidewalk rule
Under Boylston something waits
History bends the cleanup slates
Autumn leaves don't ask the why
Dark water mirrors Boston sky
Cabbie knows the street beneath
Iron teeth and copper wreath
Stalker stands in trench coat drape
Watching ripples form and break
Fare drops two blocks past the square
Steam rises from the grate down there
Driver lights a cigarette
Knows the corners won't forget
Under Boylston something waits
History bends the cleanup slates
Autumn leaves don't ask the why
Dark water mirrors Boston sky
Wipers sweep the windshield clean
Strangest pool this driver's seen
No map shows what lies below
Old streets keep what they don't show
Night shift ends on Beacon Hill
Engine cools and radar still
One more loop past brick and glass
Watcher waits for rain to pass
Under Boylston something waits
History bends the cleanup slates
Autumn leaves don't ask the why
Dark water mirrors Boston sky
Under Boylston something waits
History bends the cleanup slates
Autumn leaves don't ask the why
Dark water mirrors Boston sky
Meter off the night goes cold
Brick keeps secrets water holds