Credit card reader counts the dimes
Receipt paper spools in lines
Moths batter the fluorescent sign
Wings leave powder on the line
Crossroads frequency hold the line
Salt crust on the lens we read the sign
Foghorn low in copper wire
Tide turns slow beneath the tire
Brass polish cloth wears thin on glass
Night shift passes dawn comes fast
Salt wind reads the highway map
Mile markers fade into gap
Crossroads frequency hold the line
Salt crust on the lens we read the sign
Foghorn low in copper wire
Tide turns slow beneath the tire
Coffee steams in styrene cup
Sugar granules dissolve give up
Headlights sweep the pump island row
Shadows stretch and shrink below
Transformer hum vibrates the coil
Fresnel lens catches oil
Two voices splice on one thin wire
Static burns but holds the flare
Tide chart marks the slack water hour
Buoy bell clangs from concrete tower
Radio crackles signal clear
Crossroads voice brings the coast near
Crossroads frequency hold the line
Salt crust on the lens we read the sign
Foghorn low in copper wire
Tide turns slow beneath the tire
Green arrow steadies price holds firm
Lamp room glass reflects the term
No more static no more drift
Just the hum of tide and gift
Crossroads frequency hold the line
Salt crust on the lens we read the sign
Foghorn low in copper wire
Tide turns slow beneath the tire
Static lifts on seventeen
Green arrow holds the line
