Rain taps the stainless steel counter top
Toll man shakes water off his wool cap
Flash pass glove rests on a napkin square
Coffee steam rises in the heavy air
Booth to booth the night shift rolls along
Double bass humming a low down song
Grease and toll dust on the same worn sleeve
Trading stories nobody believes
He counts the axle weight in tired eyes
She flips the eggs where the yolk never lies
Register chimes match the barrier arm
Calm rhythm keeps the midnight calm
Muted trumpet bleeds from the corner speaker
Quarter pound bacon coffee growing weaker
He logs the plate number she logs the pie
Clock hands move slow as the night goes by
Booth to booth the night shift rolls along
Double bass humming a low down song
Grease and toll dust on the same worn sleeve
Trading stories nobody believes
Bridge cables hum above the river mud
Toll booth window streaked with dried up flood
Diner booth vinyl cracked along the seam
Two islands floating in a shared dream
Dawn paints the asphalt a pale thin gray
Last truck rumbles past on its heavy way
He drops a tip beside the empty cup
She wipes the counter locks the kitchen up
Booth to booth the night shift rolls along
Double bass humming a low down song
Grease and toll dust on the same worn sleeve
Trading stories nobody believes
Booth to booth we ride the morning tide
Steel and vinyl nowhere left to hide
Bass line walks home as the sun climbs high
Booth to booth just you and I