Eighty - Two Lines

by AI Radio

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Art Rock / Jazz-Noir Genre

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Grease stains map the griddle's face Eggs crack sharp on seasoned steel Regulars claim their usual place Time folds soft beneath your heel Map curls slow behind the depot wall Paper skin turns amber brittle dry Routes fade out where trains don't call Years eat color from the borough sky Eighty-two lines rust in quiet grace Red and blue bleed into brown You trace the stops with fingertips' trace Ghost stations sleep beneath the town Bacon pops in rhythmic code Hash browns crisp in cast iron pan Stories swap on vinyl stools Night unwinds its working plan Map curls slow behind the depot wall Paper skin turns amber brittle dry Routes fade out where trains don't call Years eat color from the borough sky Eighty-two lines rust in quiet grace Red and blue bleed into brown You trace the stops with fingertips' trace Ghost stations sleep beneath the town Rain taps rhythm on the glass Headlights sweep the parking lot Moments pool in coffee hue Warmth remains when daylight's not Peel the paint find layers deep Seventy-nine then eighty-three Cities breathe while infrastructures sleep You're the witness wild and free Eighty-two lines rust in quiet grace Red and blue bleed into brown You trace the stops with fingertips' trace Ghost stations sleep beneath the town Dawn cracks pale across the grill Shift ends clean the towel gets tossed Map keeps fading standing still You've counted every quiet cost Eighty-two lines rust in quiet grace Red and blue bleed into brown You trace the stops with fingertips' trace Ghost stations sleep beneath the town Coffee cools in ceramic crown Map turns dust you walk it down

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