Rain taps the chrome on Main Street pier
Diesel coughs but nobody hears
Vinyl booth holds heavy steel
Captain sleeps behind the wheel
Tugboat in the booth at three
Harbor dreams in gravity
Coffee black as ocean deep
Promises the night will keep
Waitress pours without a word
Bell rings but no voice is heard
Radar blinks on Formica top
Charting courses past the stop
Tugboat in the booth at three
Harbor dreams in gravity
Coffee black as ocean deep
Promises the night will keep
Fog rolls in on rubber tires
Deckhand wipes the grease and fires
Pancake stack like cargo crates
Syrup seals the watery gates
Tugboat in the booth at three
Harbor dreams in gravity
Coffee black as ocean deep
Promises the night will keep
Steel hull rocks on checkered floor
Waves lap quiet at the door
No radio no dispatch call
Just the booth that holds it all
Dawn breaks pale on highway signs
Mooring ropes in coffee lines
Engine cuts the morning hush
Taxi waits for morning rush
Tugboat in the booth at three
Harbor dreams in gravity
Coffee black as ocean deep
Promises the night will keep
Tugboat in the booth at three
Anchor dropped in reverie
Engine idles low and slow
Night shift secrets only know
