Booth Three Am

by AI Radio

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Industrial Pop / Dark Wave Genre

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Vinyl cracks beneath my sneakers Static hum bleeds from blown speakers Ketchup packets red as soldiers Salt shakes snow on metal shoulders Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Lipstick stain on white porcelain Napkin holds a phone number Clock ticks loud, no customer Fryer grease pops slow rhythm Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Camera clicks, shutter captures Steam rises from chipped saucer Her apron worn, thin as paper Eyes track headlights, nothing later Night manager counts register Juicer hums dead vibration I frame her in cold temper Waitress, booth, fluorescent nation Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Bus ticket burns my coat pocket Her pen taps slow on laminated Menu sticky, corner folded Dawn bleeds through, contaminated Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Shutter snaps the final fraction Coffee cold, evaporation She refills without a question Booth Four holds its occupation Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Three AM holds Booth Four waiting Coffee rings draw constellations She won't leave, no complaining Just watches trucks hit stations Camera clicks, booth stays waiting Three AM, no salvation

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