Graveyard Shift Wears A Polyester Crown

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Formica cold beneath my hands Ketchup bottle stuck to the stand Trucker laughs at counter stool Fryer grease obeys no rule Graveyard shift wears a polyester crown Coffee rings map the roads from town to town She pours the dark like she knows each hand Graveyard shift, she understands Vinyl booth holds a backpack's weight Polaroid develops late Light leaks kiss the developing square Highway hum fills the midnight air Graveyard shift wears a polyester crown Coffee rings map the roads from town to town She pours the dark like she knows each hand Graveyard shift, she understands Apron stained with pie and time Clock ticks slow in rhythm rhyme Sugar packets torn and spilled Dreams stay warm but never filled Camera hangs on a leather strap Waiting for the shutter's snap Not the waitress, not the grill Just the quiet standing still Dishwasher steam clouds the glass Another trucker lets time pass Tip left flat beside the cup She wipes the streak, doesn't look up Graveyard shift wears a polyester crown Coffee rings map the roads from town to town She pours the dark like she knows each hand Graveyard shift, she understands Dawn bleeds gray through wire mesh Night shift folds its heavy flesh Bus ticket burns in denim pocket Shutter clicks, I lock it, lock it Graveyard shift wears a polyester crown Coffee rings map the roads from town to town She pours the dark like she knows each hand Graveyard shift, she understands Graveyard shift, she understands Graveyard shift, she understands Shutter clicks, the negative holds Graveyard shift in silver and cold

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