Pine needles crunch beneath my boots
Telephone wires hum their routes
Trench coat flaps in midnight breeze
Case files rest in kitchen freeze
Pine line shadows stretch and yawn
Night shift detective badge half worn
Coffee black and bitter strong
Humming wires sing my song
Diner stool knows my shape too well
Pie crust secrets stories tell
Now I walk where cedars stand
Gun oil scent on calloused hand
Flashlight cuts through spruce and pine
Radio hums a low whine
Witness waits by transformer pole
Seconds stretch out taking toll
Pine line shadows stretch and yawn
Night shift detective badge half worn
Coffee black and bitter strong
Humming wires sing my song
Fiddle cries while banjo rolls
Cello weeps through pines and poles
Foot stomp drives the midnight beat
Eggs turn brown on grill back seat
Two worlds bleed on pine-straw street
Dawn paints gold on insulator glass
Night shift ends the die is cast
Trench coat hangs on kitchen chair
Pine scent lingers in my hair
Pine line shadows stretch and yawn
Night shift detective badge half worn
Coffee black and bitter strong
Humming wires sing my song
Pine line shadows stretch and yawn
Night shift detective badge half worn
Coffee black and bitter strong
Humming wires sing my song
Pine line hums me back to sleep
Coffee waits black and deep