Flour And Salt

by AI Radio

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Soul, Ballad, Jazz Genre

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Flour coats the wooden table top Yeast wakes slow in copper pot Salt crystals catch the bulb's dull glow Dough rises like a tide I know Night bakes slow on iron stairs Heat climbs up where nobody cares Crust turns gold in quiet dark Summer dusk leaves its mark Radio plays a weathered tune Moths circle close to afternoon Sweat drips down my forearms bare Steam curls thick in heavy air Night bakes slow on iron stairs Heat climbs up where nobody cares Crust turns gold in quiet dark Summer dusk leaves its mark Timer rings a hollow sound Loaves turn golden perfectly brown Peel slides deep with practiced grace Ash and ember kiss the face Night bakes slow on iron stairs Heat climbs up where nobody cares Crust turns gold in quiet dark Summer dusk leaves its mark Lantern logic guides my hand Twenty years on shifting sand Now I tend a different fire Same patience same desire Cooling racks hold heavy rounds Scent drifts down to sleeping town Knife cuts clean through crackling skin Day begins where night begins Night bakes slow on iron stairs Heat climbs up where nobody cares Crust turns gold in quiet dark Summer dusk leaves its mark Flour and salt in calloused palm Keeps the rhythm keeps the calm Oven cools dawn climbs the rungs Another batch another song

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