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I've boiled for dockworkers at four a.m.
Seen steam write names on window glass again
This fisherman moves like tide through narrow gaps
Checking each shelf for something in the maps
Salt & steam rise from my copper throat
He searches drawers like nets cast from a boat
No fish in cupboards, only dust and tins
The catch tonight is memory wearing thin
His boots still smell of diesel, brine, and cold
A life measured in fathoms, not in gold
He runs a thumb along the chipped blue rim
Where coffee stained the porcelain to brim
Salt & steam rise from my copper throat
He searches drawers like nets cast from a boat
No fish in cupboards, only dust and tins
The catch tonight is memory wearing thin
The fridge hums low like engine idling long
He pulls a jar of pickled herring strong
A knife, a board, the rhythm of the slice
Each cut a prayer, each portion precise
Dawn bleeds weak through lace curtains drawn tight
His hands know every measurement by night
No meter running, no fare to collect
Just hunger and the silence he'll respect
He sets the table: plate, fork, spoon, napkin white
No passenger to argue, no fare in sight
The kettle clicks, my work is finally done
He pours the dark, watches steam kiss the sun
Salt & steam rise from my copper throat
He searches drawers like nets cast from a boat
No fish in cupboards, only dust and tins
The catch tonight is memory wearing thin
First sip arrives like anchor hitting sand
Shoulders drop low, tension leaves the man
I cool down slow, my metal skin turns gray
Another night shift done, another day
Salt & steam rise from my copper throat
He searches drawers like nets cast from a boat
No fish in cupboards, only dust and tins
The catch tonight is memory wearing thin
Steam drifts slow, kitchen holds its breath
Salt & steam linger past dawn's first breath
