Rain hammers on the wooden planks
Coffee steams in chipped enamel
Beam cuts the dark in jagged ranks
I wait for dawn to break the spell
Thunder rolls the dice again
Waves crash heavy on the rocks
I check the oil I check the wick
Steady hands against the clock
Storm shift lightning paints the glass
Storm shift watching moments pass
Keeper's coffee black and strong
Storm shift waiting for the dawn
Fog horn coughs a low bass note
Eggs are frying on the grill
Beam sweeps the waves a ghostly coat
Regulars know the morning drill
Thunder rolls the dice again
Waves crash heavy on the rocks
I trim the wick I check the glass
Steady hands let the minutes pass
Storm shift lightning paints the glass
Storm shift watching moments pass
Keeper's coffee black and strong
Storm shift waiting for the dawn
Radio spits a crackled tune
Grease pops sharp on the hot griddle
Beam dances beneath the waning moon
Solving riddles in the middle
No plates to clear no checks to pay
Just glass and brass and salt spray
The storm will break the sky turn blue
But tonight the light sees me through
Storm shift lightning paints the glass
Storm shift watching moments pass
Keeper's coffee black and strong
Storm shift waiting for the dawn
Dawn breaks pale across the bay
Coffee's cold in the tin cup
Light clicks off the night gives way
Time to rest fill the belly up
Storm shift lightning paints the glass
Storm shift watching moments pass
Keeper's coffee black and strong
Storm shift waiting for the dawn
Storm shift done the coffee's gone
Porch light holds until the dawn