Midnight Calico

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Grease hangs heavy in the midnight air Fryer hum drowns out a distant prayer Neon pink paints the cracked asphalt gold Calico moves where the shadows hold Midnight shift runs on grease and gold Short order grill keeps the night shift fed Regulars laugh where the booth seams shred She watches from the service window frame Three AM brings the same old game Midnight Calico knows her name Midnight Calico owns the lot Paw prints glow where the headlights are not Orange black white in the buzzing light She owns the night, she owns the night Midnight Calico owns the night Bacon scent drifts on the cooling breeze She pauses where the dumpster shadows seize A fry cook tosses crusts across the gray She takes them slow, then melts away Returns before the break of day Midnight Calico owns the lot Paw prints glow where the headlights are not Orange black white in the buzzing light She owns the night, she owns the night Midnight Calico owns the night Rain slicks the paint on the 82 Ford Kittens mewl beneath a splintered board Dawn bleeds pale through the motel sign She disappears past the property line Midnight Calico, fierce and fine Coffee cup rings on the Formica top Another shift ends, another donut stop The regulars ask if she made it through Cook just shrugs, got no words for you Midnight Calico sees him through Neon flickers as the morning breaks Calico gone, just the road she takes But tonight she'll return to the hum and glow Midnight Calico, the night shift knows Midnight Calico, the night shift knows Midnight Calico owns the lot Paw prints glow where the headlights are not Orange black white in the buzzing light She owns the night, she owns the night Midnight Calico owns the night Fryer cools down, neon goes dim Midnight Calico waits for him

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