Typewriter sits on splintered deck
Ribbon dry and keys in check
Tide rolls in with steady grace
Letters wash from case to case
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Morning light lets stories begin
Typewriter tide goes rolling out
Words the sea has sorted out
Ferry dock stands empty now
Rope lines slack at water's bow
Gulls cry sharp on rusted rail
Wind writes script on weathered sail
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Morning light lets stories begin
Typewriter tide goes rolling out
Words the sea has sorted out
I kept the lamp for thirty years
Watched the dark and calmed the fears
Now I type what waves dictate
Dawn writes clean on heavy slate
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Morning light lets stories begin
Typewriter tide goes rolling out
Words the sea has sorted out
Keys stick slow on corroded steel
Each strike a note the docks can feel
Paper feeds through salt-stiff rollers
Tales of crossings storm-foot soldiers
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Morning light lets stories begin
Typewriter tide goes rolling out
Words the sea has sorted out
No schedule kept no timetable here
Just rhythm of the disappearing pier
The typewriter knows what logbooks miss
The taste of salt on every kiss
Of departure return the space between
Written wet on salt-bleached screen
Sun climbs high on copper dome
Typewriter heads for journey home
I'll dry the keys and oil the spring
Wait for next dawn's offering
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Morning light lets stories begin
Typewriter tide goes rolling out
Words the sea has sorted out
Typewriter tide steady and true
Every dawn brings something new
Keys rest quiet on the wood
Dawn writes clear where darkness stood
