Wind cuts the dock planks
Salt rides the cold gust
He stands where the tide turns
Coffee steam curls up
Old hands grip the rail wood
Blue wool cap pulled down tight
Logs the tide in a worn book
Gulls scream through the night
Salt watch on the harbor pier
Salt watch wind in his ear
He counts the waves like cups of joe
Steady as the undertow
Thermos clanks on metal deck
Black coffee no cream no sugar
Checks the lines on the cleat deck
Morning fog will hug the wreck
Salt watch on the harbor pier
Salt watch wind in his ear
He counts the waves like cups of joe
Steady as the undertow
Forty years he chased the horizon
Now the horizon chases him
Tattooed anchor faded vision
Diner eggs on a chipped rim
Salt watch on the harbor pier
Salt watch wind in his ear
He counts the waves like cups of joe
Steady as the undertow
Locals call him Captain Abe
Kids bring shells to his boots
He sorts them keeps what the sea gave
Returns the rest to the roots
Storm rolled in last November
Took the pier and a good friend
He held the lantern remember
Now he waits for the end
Sunrise paints the water gold
He folds the book drinks the last drop
Whistles low a tune so old
Walks off as the gulls stop
Salt watch on the harbor pier
Salt watch wind in his ear
He counts the waves like cups of joe
Steady as the undertow
Salt watch done for today
Coffee cold on the tray