Soaking in warmth, tension melting away. A place to sit and relax, to begin or end the day.

Money of this kind seals lips When a finger to the lip fails, I am uttered I command silence

Use it for your feet, With or without your shoes on. Do not be one, You will be seen weak.

I’m the edge of the street where your journey might pause, A place to look both ways, find adventure's cause.

Curved like a question, quiet as can be, I wait in the dark for what’s layered on me. Naked I’m nothing, just wire or wood, But I carry your style like only I could. What am I?