Yellow cab pulls to the gravel drive
Thirty years I've known this stretch alive
Mug sits patient on the splintered wood
Morning light does everything it should
Heat rises off the asphalt skin
Day begins where night has been
Driver watches driver knows
Every cup a story owes
Veranda mug sits quiet and still
Desert sun climbs over the hill
Steam rises slow from ceramic crown
Santa Fe wakes to another round
Tourist hands shake sugar packets loose
Local knows the brew without excuse
Lipstick stain on the rim remains
Proof of joy and proof of pains
Heat rises off the asphalt skin
Day begins where night has been
Driver watches driver knows
Every cup a story owes
Veranda mug sits quiet and still
Desert sun climbs over the hill
Steam rises slow from ceramic crown
Santa Fe wakes to another round
Chipped handle tells a thousand rides
Where the highway splits and divides
Radio plays static through the dawn
Mug stays put while drivers move on
I've carried lovers I've carried thieves
Hauling dreams in bags and sleeves
But this mug don't ask for fare or tip
Just holds the dark while shadows dip
Veranda mug sits quiet and still
Desert sun climbs over the hill
Steam rises slow from ceramic crown
Santa Fe wakes to another round
Evening falls the neon flickers on
Another shift another dawn
Mug gets washed and set to dry
Waiting for the morning sky
Veranda mug sits quiet and still
Desert sun climbs over the hill
Steam rises slow from ceramic crown
Santa Fe wakes to another round
Veranda mug you hold your ground
Engine turns the meter glows
Veranda mug the driver knows
