Rain taps the window like a fare sign
Night shift ends on the avenue
Tugboat hull on the vinyl line
Harbor sleeps in the coffee brew
Tugboat in the booth at three
Steel ribs groan on the laminate sea
Captain orders pie and tea
Tugboat in the booth with me
Diesel scent mixes with bacon grease
Propeller stirs in a porcelain bowl
Dock lines coiled on the napkin crease
Tide rolls in past the cashier's scroll
Tugboat in the booth at three
Steel ribs groan on the laminate sea
Captain orders pie and tea
Tugboat in the booth with me
Wheelhouse glow from a diner sign
Compass needle on a Formica chart
Radio hums the harbor line
Storm warning written on a napkin heart
Tugboat in the booth at three
Steel ribs groan on the laminate sea
Captain orders pie and tea
Tugboat in the booth with me
Waitress pours like a harbor pilot
Knows every route by the coffee stain
No logbook kept for the quiet
Just the rhythm of the midnight train
Morning breaks on the chrome and glass
Tugboat pulls from the booth's embrace
Wake leaves ripples on the vinyl grass
Another fare in the dawn's cold grace
Tugboat in the booth at three
Steel ribs groan on the laminate sea
Captain orders pie and tea
Tugboat in the booth with me
Tugboat in the booth at three
Engine fades on the avenue
Harbor tucked in a coffee cup
