Grease on the grill at three a.m.
Rust counts steps on cracked cement
Coffee burns the porcelain rim
Neon hums where the travelers went
Crossroads gas station glowing red
Watering can counts the walking dead
Tin can counts where the tires tread
Rust counts steps by the pump ahead
Pie slice cooling on the rack
Tin can shakes on the corner post
Regulars never ask me back
Counting footsteps like a ghost
Crossroads gas station glowing red
Watering can counts the walking dead
Tin can counts where the tires tread
Rust counts steps by the pump ahead
Bell dings when the door swings wide
Rusty spout kisses the neon glow
Trucker tips and turns the tide
Counting steps through the long night
Crossroads gas station glowing red
Watering can counts the walking dead
Tin can counts where the tires tread
Rust counts steps by the pump ahead
Eggs flip slow on seasoned steel
Each footfall rings the metal crown
Dawn peels paint off automobile
Count goes up but sun goes down
No eggs today no coffee steam
Just rust and neon counting team
The can don't stop it counts unseen
Footsteps marked where the tires been
Shift ends when the sky turns blue
Final count etched in oxidation
Wipe the counter start anew
Rust counts steps of every nation
Crossroads gas station glowing red
Watering can counts the walking dead
Tin can counts where the tires tread
Rust counts steps by the pump ahead
Rust counts steps rust counts steps
Tin can rests on the corner post
Neon fades but the count keeps close