Vinyl booth holds harbor weight
Tugboat rests by plate and grate
Diesel scent cuts through the grease
Captain sleeps in sudden peace
Steel hull kisses Formica edge
Night shift writes on napkin ledge
Pancakes stack like tide reports
Hope fuels up in coffee ports
Regulars don't blink an eye
At the boat parked by the pie
Eggs flip hard on seasoned steel
Harbor rests on wooden wheel
Steel hull kisses Formica edge
Night shift writes on napkin ledge
Pancakes stack like tide reports
Hope fuels up in coffee ports
Radio plays static blues
Engine dreams in navy hues
Spatula taps a syncopated beat
Diner heart skips on concrete street
Steel hull kisses Formica edge
Night shift writes on napkin ledge
Pancakes stack like tide reports
Hope fuels up in coffee ports
No compass here just grill and grill
Time stands still on windowsill
Tugboat breathes in rust and rye
Morning comes with bacon sky
Check gets signed with trembling hand
Captain wakes to promised land
Booth empties water calls
Diner stands through harbor walls
Steel hull kisses Formica edge
Night shift writes on napkin ledge
Pancakes stack like tide reports
Hope fuels up in coffee ports
Tugboat Booth we're home at last
Stubborn hope holds hard and fast
Grill goes cold dawn breaks gold
Tugboat Booth the story told