Typewriter sits on splintered wood
Keys catch light like glass for good
Ribbon spins a violet thread
Words form where the driveway led
Gravel keys glow in the blue
Each strike a spark I never knew
Paper drinks the fading day
Letters burn and drift away
Bus ticket folded in my coat
Motor hums a nervous note
Camera hangs from calloused thumb
Miles unspool where I come from
Gravel keys glow in the blue
Each strike a spark I never knew
Paper drinks the fading day
Letters burn and drift away
Stranger leans on rusted gate
Smokes a cigarette too late
Types a line then reads it twice
Nods once at the rolling dice
Gravel keys glow in the blue
Each strike a spark I never knew
Paper drinks the fading day
Letters burn and drift away
Headlights sweep the fence line wire
Shadows stretch like burning tire
She hands me a page torn clean
Ink still wet with gasoline
No names traded no goodbyes
Just the hum of compromise
Two ghosts in a borrowed scene
Developing what could have been
Engine coughs the night awake
Promises I didn't make
Typewriter clicks in rearview glare
Gravel keys still waiting there
Gravel keys glow in the blue
Each strike a spark I never knew
Paper drinks the fading day
Letters burn and drift away
Gravel keys glow in the blue
Each strike a spark I never knew
Shutter clicks on gravel dust
Twilight swallows engine rust