Stainless skin holds morning heat
He sets me on the sandstone seat
Dented lid knows every curve
Salt wind hits with iron nerve
Harbor breathes in copper light
Opera sails cut fading white
Ferry horns blow low and long
I keep his coffee dark and strong
Blue denim dusk on Sydney shore
Welder rests his wars no more
Salt and steel shake hands at last
Heavy shifts become the past
Gloved fingers trace the seam he made
Harbour Bridge in twilight shade
Slag cools on the beam below
Only quiet left to show
Blue denim dusk on Sydney shore
Welder rests his wars no more
Salt and steel shake hands at last
Heavy shifts become the past
Night shift bell rings in my dreams
Clatter plates and coffee steam
But here the air is clean and wide
No tickets called no place to hide
Stars prick holes in velvet sky
Southern Cross climbs watching high
His breath makes clouds in cooling air
No rush no clock no boss to stare
He stands brushes denim clean
Best damned view this town has seen
Screws my lid back takes a sip
Loads me in the truck's tight grip
Blue denim dusk on Sydney shore
Welder rests his wars no more
Salt and steel shake hands at last
Heavy shifts become the past
Blue denim dusk the day is done
Steel man resting day is done
Thermos rides home warm and full
Another shift another pull
