I have legs but never walk, a back but never complain. I host tired humans, lonely pigeons, and forgotten gum. I hear secrets, watch joggers suffer, and get blamed for cold seats. In parks and courts I quietly sit - What am I, besides emotionally supportive furniture?

Remove my last and I’m a nervous movement. Remove my first and I am a tailless primate. Fully formed, I’m a long, narrow strip that, depending on material, can be used to bind, measure, or record.

In earth's embrace, I dig deep and true, A symbol of luck, in card games too, I carve the path where seeds go deep, When speaking plainly, call a me a me.

there are many words that rhyme with me. my letters are more than three. i am used to voyage a homonym of C.

I can only go forward or backward, when liberated from my tracks. What am I?