Grill screams bacon at three a.m. sharp
Salt spray hits the porch boards hard and fast
Regulars know I close at midnight
But the beacon spins through wind and blast
Storm hits the glass like a fry cook's temper
Waves crash the rocks like dropped dinner plates
Light cuts the dark steady measured patient
My shift don't end till the morning breaks
Porch light swings on a chain of salt and rust
Ships count flashes sailors place their trust
Coffee's black the bacon's crisp and hot
Storm can't kill what the keeper's got
Eggs flip clean on the seasoned steel
Rain hammers rhythm on the tin roof
Truckers yell for hash through wire mesh
Beacon sweeps the whitecaps fresh and new
Storm hits the glass like a fry cook's temper
Waves crash the rocks like dropped dinner plates
Light cuts the dark steady measured patient
My shift don't end till the morning breaks
Porch light swings on a chain of salt and rust
Ships count flashes sailors place their trust
Coffee's black the bacon's crisp and hot
Storm can't kill what the keeper's got
Fog rolls thick as gravy on the griddle
Horn blasts low from a freighter lost at sea
I wipe the counter pour a refill little
Keeper watches waits lets the light be
No customers tonight just me and weather
Radio static Morse code dots and dashes
Porch boards groan under boot leather
Dawn cracks slow as eggshell smashes
Porch light swings on a chain of salt and rust
Ships count flashes sailors place their trust
Coffee's black the bacon's crisp and hot
Storm can't kill what the keeper's got
Sunrise paints the sky like yolks on white
Truckers roll in for the morning special
Light goes dark the lens sleeps tight
Grill fires up the day gets practical
Porch light swings on a chain of salt and rust
Ships count flashes sailors place their trust
Coffee's black the bacon's crisp and hot
Storm can't kill what the keeper's got
Porch light swings steady through the night
Cup's empty grill's clean light's still burning
Next shift comes at three same joke same earning