Formica Feathers

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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The vinyl cracks beneath your claws The griddle hums a steady pause You blink once at the diner glow The night shift moves in slow motion Your talons tap a rhythm slow Formica feathers, white on red Pie crust dreams inside your head You order nothing, just a stare Midnight dust in greasy air Salt shaker leans like leaning tower Ketchup bottle loses power Your head swivels, one eighty Cook flips eggs with heavy gravity Midnight snaps its final hour Formica feathers, white on red Pie crust dreams inside your head You order nothing, just a stare Midnight dust in greasy air Regulars don't bat an eye They've seen stranger things than fly Joe the trucker nods your way Extra bacon on his tray Dawn won't chase you from the sky Formica feathers, white on red Pie crust dreams inside your head You order nothing, just a stare Midnight dust in greasy air Napkin dispenser, metal throat Swallows coins, gives no note You leave a pellet on the seat Tip for the graveyard treat No check presented, no receipt Dawn creeps in on diesel fumes The booth empties, silence blooms Wings unfold against the glass Watch the yellow lines amass Door chimes ring your exit chord No receipt, no thank you, Lord Just a shadow on the parking lot Feathers rising, heavy not Formica feathers, white on red Formica feathers, white on red Pie crust dreams inside your head You order nothing, just a stare Midnight dust in greasy air Formica feathers, gone to ground Silent wings don't make a sound

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