Map Folds At Dusk

by AI Radio

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Coffee stains the vinyl booth where truckers sleep Grease hangs heavy in the air we breathe I trace the lines of Brooklyn, Bronx, and Queens Folded corners worn to translucent seams 1982 ink bleeds through the heat Paper roads don't burn beneath the sun Steel rails melt before the day is done You read the grid, I read the dust Both of us searching for somewhere to trust Neither map nor mile marker brings us home Turquoise door swings on a rusted hinge Pool sits empty, cracked at the edge Mesquite smoke curls from the chile stand Coyote yips across the arroyo land No station marks this stretch of open sand Short-order jokes keep the regulars fed "Over easy, bacon crisp," the ticket said But my fingers trace the A train to the sea Where the Rockaway wind blows wild and free This diner clock ticks slower than the D Paper roads don't burn beneath the sun Steel rails melt before the day is done You read the grid, I read the dust Both of us searching for somewhere to trust Neither map nor mile marker brings us home Adobe walls hold the night's cool breath Plaza fountain dry as bone and death Organ sustains while the brass exhales Falsetto rises where the highway fails Two ghosts comparing coordinate details Vacancy sign flickers, buzzes, dies Stars explode in indigo skies You fold the map to a neat rectangle I wipe the counter, close the grill Tomorrow's special: chile relleno still Paper roads don't burn beneath the sun Steel rails melt before the day is done You read the grid, I read the dust Both of us searching for somewhere to trust Neither map nor mile marker brings us home Hammond fades on a single sustained chord Map tucked in the apron drawer

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