Runaway boots hit splintered planks at dawn
Greyhound exhaust fades, the running done
Typewriter waits with ribbon pulled taut
Gull cries caught in keys, a salty knot
Salt typewriter guards the harbor mouth
Wind turns pages no hand can hold
Each clack a wave breaking south
Stories typed in brine and cold
Iron keys taste brine on every strike
Gull feathers stick to the oily plight
Film canisters rust in canvas sack
Shutter clicks match the carriage rolling back
Salt typewriter guards the harbor mouth
Wind turns pages no hand can hold
Each clack a wave breaking south
Stories typed in brine and cold
Horizon burns where the freeway ends
Ash from tickets flies on coastal winds
Typewriter bell chimes salt-scorched rounds
Echo rolls deep from the pier's hollow sounds
Salt typewriter guards the harbor mouth
Wind turns pages no hand can hold
Each clack a wave breaking south
Stories typed in brine and cold
Two voices merge in the fuzz-laden air
Salt types the truth the runaway bears
Camera eye meets the carriage return
Pier holds the machine that will not burn
Salt typewriter guards the harbor mouth
Wind turns pages no hand can hold
Each clack a wave breaking south
Stories typed in brine and cold
Salt typewriter stands through storm and squall
Keys strike deep where the fuzz shadows fall
Ribbon winds down, the last key struck
Salt remains when the fuzz gives up
