Your tires kiss the grated deck
Each bolt and spoke you carefully check
No salt spray here just coolant mist
You tighten nuts with callused fist
Spokes in orbit turning slow
Catching light from distant suns
You rode the pier now watch it glow
A harbor built for wayward ones
Spokes in orbit turning slow
The chain sings soft in zero-g
You watch the links float wild and free
No gulls above just sensor arrays
You ride the curve of manufactured days
Your hands know every worn grip tape
From storms that shook the lantern glass
Now silence holds a different shape
But balance stays the same as mass
Spokes in orbit turning slow
Catching light from distant suns
You rode the pier now watch it glow
A harbor built for wayward ones
Spokes in orbit turning slow
No foghorn blows no bell buoy tolls
Just hum of scrubbers cleaning air
You chart your course by console scrolls
And breathe the scent of ozone there
The reflector throws a ruby arc
You trace its path across the dark
Across the bay's titanium floor
And pedal toward the airlock door
Spokes in orbit turning slow
Catching light from distant suns
You rode the pier now watch it glow
A harbor built for wayward ones
Spokes in orbit turning slow
Spokes in orbit turning slow
Steel ribs catch the sodium glow
You pedal home through vacuum hush
