Cassette Spins Where The

by AI Radio

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You press play on plastic spools rewinding Heat shimmers off adobe walls you're finding Piñon smoke curls through the screen door open Turquoise frame holds sky in words unspoken Cassette spins where the Sangre mountains rise Your fingers trace the label's faded name Each hiss a prayer in low alto disguise The desert learns to sing your forgotten claim Motel sign flickers buzzing sodium yellow You hum the descant that the choir taught you Magnetic ribbon stretches thin and mellow Time dissolves in the static holy blue Cassette spins where the Sangre mountains rise Your fingers trace the label's faded name Each hiss a prayer in low alto disguise The desert learns to sing your forgotten claim Pickup truck kicks gravel in the parking lot You splice the chorus where the bridge once broke Harmonies rise in intervals you forgot The tape deck swallows every sacred note Cassette spins where the Sangre mountains rise Your fingers trace the label's faded name Each hiss a prayer in low alto disguise The desert learns to sing your forgotten claim Sunset bleeds through venetian blinds in stripes You rewind to where the solo starts to soar Breath marks penciled in by the younger scribes The veranda holds your voice and nothing more Plastic shell cracks open like a seed Magnetic dust floats on the warming wind Every flat note finds the key you need The choir in your chest begins to sing You are the hymn the desert never pinned Side B starts with quiet then a major chord You laugh at how the alto part was yours The tape runs out the motor hums ignored Santa Fe keeps turning toward the morning stars Cassette spins where the Sangre mountains rise Your fingers trace the label's faded name Each hiss a prayer in low alto disguise The desert learns to sing your forgotten claim Rewind breathe let the leader fall Just you and the tape amen amen

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