Brass case warms on cold stone rail
Second hand ticks a trapped whale's tale
Paris exhales chimney trails
Zinc roofs wear a dusk grey veil
Watch hums low beneath the terrace floor
Time holds its breath at forty-four
No gulls cry here no foghorn's roar
Just gears that turn behind a door
Copper hands sweep past engraved names
Sailors logged in salt and flames
Keeper's log marks arriving frames
Lens still turns though he remains
Watch hums low beneath the terrace floor
Time holds its breath at forty-four
No gulls cry here no foghorn's roar
Just gears that turn behind a door
Wine glass rings on wrought iron table
Couple argues voice unstable
Watch keeps time while myths and fable
Drift like smoke from Gauloises cable
No tide charts here no storm glass rising
Just arrondissement bells compromising
Spring unwinds the mainspring singing
Paris sleeps while gears keep spinning
Dawn bleeds pink on Sacré-Cœur dome
Watch ticks on in plated home
Keeper's ghost combs through the foam
Light still sweeps though he has gone
Watch hums low beneath the terrace floor
Time holds its breath at forty-four
No gulls cry here no foghorn's roar
Just gears that turn behind a door
Tourists climb the winding stair
Watch rests in a velvet square
No salt air here no gulls to scare
Just Paris time and Paris air
Watch hums low beneath the terrace floor
Time holds its breath at forty-four
No gulls cry here no foghorn's roar
Just gears that turn behind a door
Brass grows cold on the stone
Time ticks on all alone
Brass grows cold on the stone