Iron Anchor Fog

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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Grease pops on the griddle early Coffee steam climbs through fluorescent haze Regulars laugh at my jokes clearly Night shift hums in a yellow blaze Iron anchor bites the frozen rail Fog swallows tracks in a silent veil My hands still smell of grease and steel Morning comes but the night feels real Spoon clinks against a chipped white cup Radio crackles a low midnight tune I lift the ladle, steam rises up Fog drifts past the signal's yellow moon Iron anchor bites the frozen rail Fog swallows tracks in a silent veil My hands still smell of grease and steel Morning comes but the night feels real Bell rings, an order for two eggs over Grease splatters on my worn denim sleeve Fog spreads a blanket, hiding every cover Morning waits but I'm not ready to leave Iron anchor bites the frozen rail Fog swallows tracks in a silent veil My hands still smell of grease and steel Morning comes but the night feels real Coffee cold now, shift ends in an hour I wipe the grill down with a rag worn thin The anchor rests, rust blooming like a flower Fog lifts slow, letting daylight in Iron anchor bites the frozen rail Fog swallows tracks in a silent veil My hands still smell of grease and steel Morning comes but the night feels real

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