Lighthouse dark but the beam still turns
Coffee black and the stomach burns
Ferry horn cuts the morning air
Deckhand sits in a vinyl chair
Salt crust fingers grip white mug tight
Kerosene smell on wool coat night
Twenty years on the crossing run
Now the diner stool feels wrong
Tide charts memorized in bone
Radio static coming home
Engine silence screams too loud
Ghost wake trailing through the crowd
Salt coffee in a landlocked town
Waves don't crash but they won't slow down
Three AM and the diner hums
Waiting for a ferry that never comes
Salt coffee in a landlocked town
Lamp wick trimmed to a perfect blue
Fresnel lens caught the storm breakthrough
Now fluorescent flicker hurts the eye
No horizon line to verify
Tide charts memorized in bone
Radio static coming home
Engine silence screams too loud
Ghost wake trailing through the crowd
Salt coffee in a landlocked town
Waves don