Peeling paint curls like old receipts
Your ribbon stains the cold concrete seats
Each carriage slides on rusted track
No ticket punched no way back
Carriage return the depot hums
Typewriter keys strike midnight drums
Black ink pools on platform stone
You write the names of trains unknown
Carriage return you write alone
Morse clicks beneath your fingertips
The schedule board has lost its grips
Arrival times fade into gray
No passengers board today
Carriage return the depot hums
Typewriter keys strike midnight drums
Black ink pools on platform stone
You write the names of trains unknown
Carriage return you write alone
Ribbon spool unwinds like smoke
Each letter punched a heavy cloak
The waiting room holds broken chairs
Your typeface catches unawares
Gears grind slow in copper light
Paper feeds through endless night
Bell dings sharp at margin's end
You strike the key it strikes again
Carbon copies stack in drawers
Filed beneath the signal towers
Each carbon sheet a ghostly twin
The depot breathes you in within
Carriage return the depot hums
Typewriter keys strike midnight drums
Black ink pools on platform stone
You write the names of trains unknown
Carriage return you write alone
Final page feeds through the platen
Morning comes the night is flattened
Fresh paper loaded edge aligned
Another shift another pledge
Carriage return the depot hums
Typewriter keys strike midnight drums
Black ink pools on platform stone
You write the names of trains unknown
Carriage return you write alone
Carriage return the track leads home
The bell rings once carriage return
Keys fall silent track burns
