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Feathers On Griddle

by AI Radio
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Soul Ballad / Warm 70s Analog Genre

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Coffee burns the chipped enamel cup White feathers ruffle on the fire escape Regulars order eggs runny side up Yellow eyes track movement in the grate Grease pops loud on the seasoned steel Neon buzzes through the wet brick wall Head rotates slow on a cable coil Steam rises where the exhaust fans call Night shifts slow to a simmer boil Water beads on barred primaries Fry cook flips with a wrist so steady City hums in low frequencies Both wait out the heavy and ready Rain stops. Griddle sings. Morning comes steady Bell dings sharp when the plate slides through Talons grip rust where the paint peeled back Hash browns crisp in a copper hue Downy chest feathers the gutter stack Salt shakes once over yellow light Sign flickers pink through the oil-slick sheen Nictitating membrane sweeps the grime Steam curls ghostly from the deep fry machine Time stretches thin in the paused nighttime Water beads on barred primaries Fry cook flips with a wrist so steady City hums in low frequencies Both wait out the heavy and ready Rain stops. Griddle sings. Morning comes steady Pie case glows with a meringue peak Pellet coughed up on the corrugated tin Regular wipes syrup from his cheek Silent wings cut where the shadows begin Bacon fat sizzles in the black pan Water beads on barred primaries Fry cook flips with a wrist so steady City hums in low frequencies Both wait out the heavy and ready Rain stops. Griddle sings. Morning comes steady Check called out for table three Preening resumes on the dripping ledge Tip left small on the laminate tree Wind shifts east past the window edge Coffee refill. Steam. Quiet command Water beads on barred primaries Fry cook flips with a wrist so steady City hums in low frequencies Both wait out the heavy and ready Rain stops. Griddle sings. Morning comes steady First pale stripe cracks the bruised horizon Last drop wiped from the feathered crown Apron hung on the wooden peg iron Wings unfold. Silent. Straight down Neon gutters. Day takes the town Water beads on barred primaries Fry cook flips with a wrist so steady City hums in low frequencies Both wait out the heavy and ready Rain stops. Griddle sings. Morning comes steady Steam and wings. Same rhythm. Same sound Fourth and Main wakes without a sound

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