Cracked spine rides the salt wind
Pages flap like gull wings torn
Ink bleeds where the tide has been
Binding holds what salt has worn
Overpass hums low and cold
Concrete ribs beneath my palm
Stories stacked in leather fold
Waiting for the coming calm
Leather breathes where metal screams
Coastal wind knows all my dreams
Salt & binding salt & binding
Holds the line where horizon leans
Page corners curl like foam
Edges frayed by years of spray
I write the names of roads I've known
Before the light fades clean away
Leather breathes where metal screams
Coastal wind knows all my dreams
Salt & binding salt & binding
Holds the line where horizon leans
Steel girders vibrate low hymn
Choir voice in concrete throat
I sing the pages back to him
The wind the salt the handwritten note
New entry dated today
Tide recedes on cracked asphalt
Notebook rests where gulls replay
Salt-stained fingers zero halt
Binding cracks but holds the weight
Of every mile marked in ink
Coastal highway seals my fate
Leather salt and time don't shrink
Leather breathes where metal screams
Coastal wind knows all my dreams
Salt & binding salt & binding
Holds the line where horizon leans
Salt and binding hold the line
Salt and binding hold the line