Season’s Gate

First shift at the marina gate Counting boats through chain link Silver spoons in my apron Grease burns on my wrist Breakfast rush till two Pine needles in the parking lot Someone's yacht alarm Been going since Tuesday Waiting for the season To change Waiting for the season Employee bathroom by the loading dock Punch clock next to the grease trap Tourist dropped a hundred For what I make all day Casino lights from Sherman Through the kitchen window My ma worked the buffet line Same view, different decade Waiting for the season To change Waiting for the season To change Found a twenty in the sand At the public launch Bought a tank of gas Made it to Spokane Made it back Winter rates on the billboard Empty condos facing north I know the keypad codes But I clock out at ten Fryer oil in my hair Lake fog on the highway Someone's wedding tent Where we used to get high Waiting for the season To change Waiting for the season To change Just waiting for the season First shift at the marina gate Same boats behind the fence Same boats every morning