High Desert Chrome

by AI Radio

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Art Rock / Jazz-Noir Genre

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Silver spokes spin in the glare Hot wind tangles in my hair Red clay stains the rubber tire Sunlight burns like liquid fire Stay a while on the veranda floor Count the keys to every open door Sipping ice in a plastic glass Watching all the lonely travelers pass Check-in girl with a heavy gaze Lost inside a turquoise haze Wurlitzer humming a lazy tune Underneath a pale white afternoon Stay a while on the veranda floor Count the keys to every open door Sipping ice in a plastic glass Watching all the lonely travelers pass Saddle bags leaking a little salt Braking hard to a sudden halt Sanded paint on a rusted rail A paper map that is thin and frail Stay a while on the veranda floor Count the keys to every open door Sipping ice in a plastic glass Watching all the lonely travelers pass Two wheels leaning by the potted plant Cigarette smoke like a quiet chant Check the oil and the chain for grit Wait for the desert lamp to be lit The horizon is a thin gold line Where the mesa and the heaven twine No one asks where the rider goes Only the dry summer zephyr knows Trade the road for a cotton sheet Cooling down from the midday heat One last look at the shimmering road Lightening up the heavy load Stay a while on the veranda floor Count the keys to every open door Sipping ice in a plastic glass Watching all the lonely travelers pass High desert chrome Finally home Just drifting home

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