Harbor Map 82

by AI Radio

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Art Rock, Jazz-Noir Genre

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Meter clicks down George Street, dusk turns blue Ferry horn cuts through the avenue Nineteen eighty-two ink stains my thumb Harbor Bridge steel hums a low-strung drum Circular Quay lights paint water gold Opera sails fold stories left untold Your footsteps trace the yellow line east Past the Rocks where sandstone lions feast Map counts feet where water meets the sky Each crease a block where years slip by Taxi waits while harbor breathes out cold Sydney writes its numbers on the old Rain slicks the dash, wipers beat a sway Fare drops heavy on the vinyl tray Map unfurls again, edges torn and thin Counting steps from where you've never been Map counts feet where water meets the sky Each crease a block where years slip by Taxi waits while harbor breathes out cold Sydney writes its numbers on the old Purple dusk swallows Circular Quay whole Streetlamps bloom like jellyfish in a bowl Paper map remembers every shoe Leather soles on pavement, missing you Yellow cab idles, engine coughs a tune Harbor wind carries a late afternoon Fold the map slow, corner matches corner Time holds its breath for a foreign mourner Forty years of fares stack in the seat Map still counts the same repetitive beat Footsteps fade where water meets the land Steering wheel warm beneath my hand Map counts feet where water meets the sky Each crease a block where years slip by Taxi waits while harbor breathes out cold Sydney writes its numbers on the old Paper remembers every step you took Harbor keeps the count in its salt hook Meter silent, map folded in the glove Harbor lights wink from the hill above

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