Bus tires hiss on wet blacktop
Neon bleeds through rain nonstop
Shutter clicks in coat pocket
Diner light fits in a locket
Crossroads neon hums low
Sailor counts each step he knows
Gas pump glows like borrowed moon
Two paths cross then leave too soon
Boots measure cracks in concrete
He counts the miles on his two feet
Salt crust flakes from wool coat sleeve
Anchor tattooed hard to leave
Crossroads neon hums low
Sailor counts each step he knows
Gas pump glows like borrowed moon
Two paths cross then leave too soon
Viewfinder frames his silhouette
Cigarette ash turns violet
Shutter snaps the quiet threat
Sailor pays his morning debt
Lens cap clicks against his palm
Compass needle stops its spin
Photograph becomes the calm
Morning lets the night give in
Takes the print with calloused fingers
Traces shorelines where it lingers
Sees himself through younger eyes
Memory floats on ocean tides
Crossroads neon hums low
Sailor counts each step he knows
Gas pump glows like borrowed moon
Two paths cross then leave too soon
Engine coughs to life again
Morning swallows night and rain
Bus pulls out from gravel shoulder
Negative develops slower
Crossroads neon hums low
Sailor counts each step he knows
Gas pump glows like borrowed moon
Two paths cross then leave too soon
Crossroads neon hums low
