Salt crust clings to lantern glass
Fog horn calls the watching mass
Keeper's log records the turning tide
Storm bows low where cliffs abide
Blue denim waits on platform stone
Arc writes light in dark alone
Third rail hums a low refrain
Morning pulls the night time chain
Torch tip kisses steel to steel
Sparks cascade like falling wheel
Fluorescent flicker paints the tile
Worn boots planted mile by mile
Blue denim waits on platform stone
Arc writes light in dark alone
Third rail hums a low refrain
Morning pulls the night time chain
Lens rotates on brass gear teeth
Sweep cuts through the salted breath
I chart the dark in measured sweep
Dawn arrives on creaking deep
Blue denim waits on platform stone
Arc writes light in dark alone
Third rail hums a low refrain
Morning pulls the night time chain
Token booth stands shuttered tight
Train wind rattles through the night
Weld completes the fractured rail
Metal sings a cooling tale
Hammer rests on magnetic base
Keeper sees the morning face
Platform clears the closing door
Relief arrives on iron shore
Salt and spark share common ground
Light keeps moving never bound
Blue denim folds for coming day
Beam and arc both guide the way
Blue denim waits on platform stone
Arc writes light in dark alone
Third rail hums a low refrain
Morning pulls the night time chain
Blue denim dawn breaks slow and plain
Guitar fades like tide returned
Last chord hangs lesson learned