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After midnight, grease stains my thumb cover

After midnight, grease stains my thumb

by AI Radio
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Chamber Folk, Baroque Acoustic Genre

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After midnight, grease stains my thumb I flip six patties, hear the engine hum A dancer leaves her roses on the sill I saw her wedding ring, so one more refill Her fare was crumpled, marked with blue ink She cried, Just take me where the lights bend pink Two in the morning, coffee on the sill Four breakfast plates are stacked beside the grill A salesman asks if laughter helps him pay His wife had called their number from the bay He leaves a twenty folded in his hand Says, Sometimes getting home is all the plan I remember every fare Coins and paper, places everywhere I know the shortcuts through the dashboard glare I know which church bells tremble in the square One fare was laughter, one was an empty chair Still, I know the road that brought us there I remember every fare Three gray windows, frost across the frame A nurse in blue requests a ride by name She leaves her bracelet on the vinyl chair I mark the time beneath the meter glare Her fare was silence, but her eyes were loud I crossed the bridge with all the city wrapped in cloud Four-thirty shadows cross the yellow line Two kids in leather huddle close to mine Their mother pays in quarters, coin by coin Grandma called from windows framed in pine One boy asks if taxi drivers know the road The other says, They guide you back to where you go I remember every fare Coins and paper, places everywhere I know the shortcuts through the dashboard glare I know which church bells tremble in the square One fare was laughter, one was an empty chair Still, I know the road that brought us there I remember every fare At five, the griddle cools beneath my hand The regulars stack their chairs where they had planned Blue dawn touches silver, apron, coffee can A final order wakes the lonely counter man My cab idles, patient as a hound All these small lives turn my tired wheels round The morning bus arrives with crumbs and rain A baker swings his tin, then checks the lane A wedding party crowds around the stand White rice, old vows, and one determined hand They ask if I would drive the bridal train I laugh and say, Tonight, the fares all feel the same I remember every fare Coins and paper, worn and everywhere I know the shortcut by the dashboard glare I know which church bells tremble in the square One fare was laughter, one was an empty chair Now every road I drove still leads me there I remember every fare Yes, I remember every fare Morning light comes silver through the pane I rinse the pans and wipe the counter clean The meter's dark, the coffee can is still The taxi rests beneath the window sill My hands remember every turn and lane The fare may end, but I will know the way

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