Neon on wet steel

Smoke in the Mag-Rail is the commute that keeps your mouth shut. Neon on Wet Steel is what the alley looks like when you finally look up. Empty Booth is the chair across from you that stays empty on purpose or by accident — both hurt the same at 02:00.

Wire crews want undercity footage with Spire glass in the background for 'contrast.' I want them to leave that glass home. Real corridor blues does not need a skyline apology. It needs a room that smells like the week you still owe.

Two Hours Till Shift is insomnia without a moral. Cheap Glow, Expensive Night is club light versus real cost. Play them when the meter is still running and you are done pretending it paused for your feelings.