Brass Hands Turn The Night To Dawn

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk, Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Apprentice sits in vinyl booth at three Coffee steam curls like a ghost from sea His fingers trace the watch face cracked and gold The mainspring sings a song he used to hold Waitress pours the bitter black again He checks the crown for dust and fine grain The neon hum mimics a buoy's low moan He winds the stem and sets the unknown Brass hands turn the night to dawn Gears kiss the dark where light is drawn Each tick a prayer the metal keeps While the diner clock forgets to sleep Pocket watch lays open on the plate A universe of wheels inside the gate He oils the jewel with a single drop Time holds its breath above the coffee shop Brass hands turn the night to dawn Gears kiss the dark where light is drawn Each tick a prayer the metal keeps While the diner clock forgets to sleep The keeper knows the beam don't save the ship It only marks the rocks where hulls might rip But here the boy tends minutes like a flame And calls the hours each by their true name Neon flickers through the greasy glass Like a lens in a storm's rough pass He snaps the case and stands to leave the seat The night wind tastes of salt and diesel sweet Door chimes ring a brass bell overhead He walks the pavement where the gulls are fed The apprentice checks his watch against the sky The stars keep time as the moments die Brass hands turn the night to dawn Gears kiss the dark where light is drawn Each tick a prayer the metal keeps While the diner clock forgets to sleep Brass hands turn the night to dawn Gears kiss the dark where light is drawn

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