Salt crusted envelope rests on oak desk
Storm grey morning brings the postman's quest
Fingers trace the fold where beam swept wide
Your name caught in midnight's returning tide
Rain soaked letter glows in basement jazz
Lantern beam reflects on saxophone brass
Chicago wind blows cold off the lake shore
But light travels far as lighthouse door
Saxophone cries through brick and mortar walls
Rain writes rhythm on the basement floor
Your salty words climb up the stairwell halls
Find me drinking whiskey by the door
Kerosene lamp flickers in the tower
Logbook entry marks the shifting hour
Each flash I send cuts through the lonely wind
Hoping Chicago reads what I have pinned
Rain soaked letter glows in basement jazz
Lantern beam reflects on saxophone brass
Chicago wind blows cold off the lake shore
But light travels far as lighthouse door
No GPS no satellite no wire
Just paper wet with lake and ocean spray
Two lonely keepers tending separate fire
Guiding ships through night to safer bay
Trumpet muted sings a low blue note
Rain soaked envelope warms my frozen hand
Lighthouse beam cuts through the great lake's throat
Two lights aligned on midnight shifting sand
Rain soaked letter glows in basement jazz
Lantern beam reflects on saxophone brass
Chicago wind blows cold off the lake shore
But light travels far as lighthouse door
Basement beacon burns through storm and spray
Two keepers watching different nights same way
