Coffee rings on Formica shine
Night shift hums in borrowed time
Eggs crack slow on seasoned steel
Stories stick like morning meal
Regulars laugh at short order jokes
Typewriter counts the hallway steps
Kettle sings while darkness sleeps
Each clack a heartbeat in the floor
We wait for morning at the door
Ink and grease in morning haze
Ribbon worn on aging keys
Footsteps pause at twenty-three
Shadow stretches thin and long
Dawn writes verses for the song
Paper feeds with quiet grace
Bacon pops in cast iron deep
Manuscript collects the sleep
Order called by memory's hand
Chapters end where mornings fold
Two solitudes share counter space
Typewriter counts the hallway steps
Kettle sings while darkness sleeps
Each clack a heartbeat in the floor
We wait for morning at the door
Ink and grease in morning haze
Steam climbs the window glass pane
Keys fall silent in the hush
Footsteps fade in morning blush
Two worlds breathe in same small room
Light dissolves the heavy gloom
Check gets paid with trembling hand
Final period marks the end
Bell rings out for one last cup
Typewriter lifts its metal up
Day begins on dirty dishes
Typewriter counts the hallway steps
Kettle sings while darkness sleeps
Each clack a heartbeat in the floor
We wait for morning at the door
Footsteps fade but rhythm stays
Ink and grease in morning haze
Kettle whistles keys rest quiet
Morning breaks on greasy plates