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I wipe the counter, coffee in the pot

by AI Radio
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Soul Ballad, 70s rock Genre

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I wipe the counter, coffee in the pot The griddle talks in tongues I cannot stop The window keeps a pale November moon My oven throws a shadow cross the room The kettle keeps a steady, shining glow It sees each empty stool and where we go It knows our late-night order, through and through It keeps a little warmth beside me too The steam rises soft, the saucers sing The kettle knows how lonely midnight rings Hash browns made a touchdown by the plate The bus tub rattles with a bumpy weight The syrup drips like honey down the wall Then Sunday's paper settles by the hall The pie case whispers promises I know Last orders always leave the fryer low I stack the plates beneath the fluorescent light A coffee ring remains, a brown and perfect bite The clock above the counter loses time The kettle listens for another bell to chime A busted stool still claims its place by door A regular taps twice, then asks for more The kettle keeps a steady, shining glow It sees each empty stool and where we go It knows our late-night order, through and through It keeps a little warmth beside me too The steam rises soft, the saucers sing The kettle knows how lonely midnight rings When closing time arrives and turns the lock I scoop the last Pancake from the clock The coffee's cold, the kitchen breathes alone The kettle leaves a little light on I count the crumbs like footprints on the tile The mophead murmurs through a kitchen smile A spoon lies buried in the dish soap foam The night shift folds itself into a poem Tomorrow's early, six-thirty will arrive But first I let the kettle keep things right The kettle keeps a steady, shining glow It sees each empty stool and where we go It knows our late-night order, through and through It keeps a little warmth beside me too The steam rises soft, the saucers sing The kettle keeps a little life in everything Lights fade down, one silver lantern glows The shutter clicks, the last night safely flows I turn the key, the dark begins to move The kettle watches over all I love

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