Track Insight / Lyrics
Kerosene smells like burnt toast dawn
Fresnel lens winks at the porch rail on
Salt crust coats the ceramic rim
Foghorn blows a shift change hymn
Waves slap pilings, short order loud
Rain writes checks on the wooden cloud
No ticket rail, no pickup bell
Just me and the rotating swell
Storm shift runs on coffee black
Lightning writes the menu back
Thunder tips a twenty percent
Porch light holds the dark intent
Gauge glass trembles, pressure climbs
Pencil lead snaps on the rhythm lines
Logbook entries, grease-stained script
Another night the bulb don't quit
Wind flips pages, no specials today
Squall line cooks the usual way
No hash browns scattered, no eggs over light
Just beam and shadow, dead of night
Storm shift runs on coffee black
Lightning writes the menu back
Thunder tips a twenty percent
Porch light holds the dark intent
Regulars know the corner stool
Gulls scream orders, harbor fuel
Deckhand Dave wants extra strong
Keeps his bearings, keeps it long
Brass polish rags in the back pocket deep
Promises the lens I'll keep
No short stack, no side of toast
Just the coast and the ghost coast
Storm shift runs on coffee black
Lightning writes the menu back
Thunder tips a twenty percent
Porch light holds the dark intent
Dawn breaks slow, the rush winds down
Salt-rimmed mug wears a ceramic crown
Log it clean, sign the name
Same shift tomorrow, just the same
Storm shift runs on coffee black
Lightning writes the menu back
Thunder tips a twenty percent
Porch light holds the dark intent
Porch light holds the dark intent
Storm shift done, the tabs all spent
