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Leave the Porch Light Burning

by AI Radio
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Art Rock, Jazz-Noir Genre

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Low whistle threads through the dawn A diner phone glows above the pie case June's coffee steams, and morning leaves her waiting While one small plate sits empty by the griddle June flips the bacon in a battered pan She saves a pilot's message 'neath the griddle Her daughter has been waiting since eleven June pours two mugs, then hums a little riddle [Pre- Beads of grease catch fluorescent light June presses play, then leans in tight Outside, the delivery truck rattles by The morning starts beneath a copper sky Leave a light on if I take flight Keep the coffee warm and sunrise bright Say I love you when the static hums Then hold my place where morning comes Her daughter reads the words beside the griddle She laughs at June's advice and steals a biscuit Her father's gone before the morning bell Her mother's chasing weather down a valley [Pre- Beads of grease catch fluorescent light June presses play, then leans in tight Outside, the delivery truck rattles by The morning starts beneath a copper sky Leave the porch light burning, I am close Count the blue tick marks; I miss you most Say I love you when the static hums Buy me some coffee when your mother comes The radio crackles under racks of grills A red warning lamp crawls across the wheels The coffee cools while dawn attacks the window She won't surrender one more inch to winter The fryer clicks off, the diner goes still June holds the phone against her cotton apron No bus rattles, no coffee spoon slips Her daughter's breath suspends as sunrise grips Keep the porch light burning, keep it dry Set a place for me where bacon stacks go high I will race the sunrise, not the sky But I am coming home where the dashboard glows The runway waits like one long silver ribbon A tower sends a code she memorized June keeps the line open, greases a griddle Her regulars ask if she's doing just a little Leave the porch light burning, I am near Pour me one more coffee, wipe it clear I raced the sun by every radio Now set my plate beside the morning's gold The cockpit door opens at half past five June saves the message

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