It was a walking city, a-buzz with the morning crowd
Running to get their coffee,
and sit with their thoughts before the sun could bring what was loud;
This was a new crowd to me, I was more used to noon
But something about this time, it didn’t feel out of tune
Not the way waking up at twelve felt
This five o’ clock wave had quite a few notches under its belt
A grandpa and granddaughter with ease...