Greyhound sighs at dawn
Camera strap cuts shoulder bone
Ticket stub in pocket torn
Mile marker thirty-one
Sailor counts his footsteps slow
Neon buzzes green and gold
Crossroads gas station glow
Stories etched in lines he knows
Anchor tattoo fades to blue
Salt crust on his leather boots
Horizon gone from morning view
Now he walks where diesel roots
Sailor counts his footsteps slow
Neon buzzes green and gold
Crossroads gas station glow
Stories etched in lines he knows
Shutter clicks the sodium light
Catches wrinkles deep as maps
Silver beard and weary height
History in weathered laps
She frames the pump's red crown
He pauses mid-stride count
Two solitudes look down
Different roads same frozen ground
Forty years the rolling tide
Now he measures concrete seams
Tide tables turned to stride
Dreams docked in gasoline
Sailor counts his footsteps slow
Neon buzzes green and gold
Crossroads gas station glow
Stories etched in lines he knows
Lens cap on the morning break
He nods toward her borrowed eye
Silent pact the shadows make
Witnesses to quiet sky
Sailor counts his footsteps slow
Neon buzzes green and gold
Crossroads gas station glow
Stories etched in lines he knows
Footsteps slow
Green and gold
Neon glow
Lines he knows
Shutter clicks once more
Footsteps fade to shore
