Grease slick on the flattop shine
Clock ticks past the closing time
Harbor lights paint silver trails
Moth rides in on evening gales
Salt wings on the harbor rail
Pale dust on the sodium veil
Dusk bleeds blue through sandstone arches
Moth don't care for time or marches
Eggs flip slow on carbon steel
Night shift runs on rusted wheel
Steam rises where the garlic sings
Moth tastes salt on iron wings
Salt wings on the harbor rail
Pale dust on the sodium veil
Dusk bleeds blue through sandstone arches
Moth don't care for time or marches
Pie sits cooling on the rack
Regulars pay and don't talk back
Harbor wind slips through the screen
Moth rests where the chrome shines clean
Salt wings on the harbor rail
Pale dust on the sodium veil
Dusk bleeds blue through sandstone arches
Moth don't care for time or marches
Dawn creeps up on George Street stairs
Cook wipes down the morning prayers
Moth lifts off on thermal tide
Nothing left but salt inside
Salt wings on the harbor rail
Pale dust on the sodium veil
Dusk bleeds blue through sandstone arches
Moth don't care for time or marches
Salt wings on the harbor rail
Pale dust on the sodium veil
Coffee cold and harbor pale
Salt wings tell the final tale