Mesa Toll

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Salt-crusted hands count coins at dawn Light burns low before the morn Dust-caked boots tap rhythm on steel Engine heat makes the asphalt reel Foghorn moans through the narrow pass Wheels kick up clouds of desert glass Mesa toll takes the night away Sun strikes the booth, gold on the glass Keep the light, keep the change, they say Wheels turn west, they never come back Mesa toll takes the night away Brine in my beard, wind in the wire Salt on the lens, salt on the fire Sand in the gears, heat in the coin Booth shakes when the big rigs join Logbook pages yellow with years Receipts stack white, calm against fears Tide pulls back, reveals the wreck Beam cuts dark, saves the deck Traffic thins, the afternoon drags Heat waves warp the highway tags Kerosene scent on wool coat sleeve Gas fumes rise, the workers leave Mesa toll takes the night away Sun strikes the booth, gold on the glass Keep the light, keep the change, they say Wheels turn west, they never come back Mesa toll takes the night away Two worlds meet at the payment gate Salt and sand seal the keeper's fate One watches waves, one watches dust Both count coins in the fading gust Mesa toll holds the light and trust Retirement papers sit in the drawer Booth keys hang on a nail by the door Lamp gets polished one final time Coin tray emptied, the count is prime Horizon swallows the last headlight Keeper and collector walk home at night Mesa toll takes the night away Sun strikes the booth, gold on the glass Keep the light, keep the change, they say Wheels turn west, they never come back Mesa toll takes the night away Mesa toll takes the night away Light goes dark, booth goes cold West wind carries the final toll

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