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Morning frost is pressing on the glass cover

Morning frost is pressing on the glass

by AI Radio
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Boom-Bap Soul, Hip-Hop Genre

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Morning frost is pressing on the glass Taxi heater coughs, the wipers sweep right past He counts silver quarters by the pawn shop door Rain drummed all night, now the sun knocks once more Neon buzzes on the pawn shop glass Fares stack up while the midnight passes Keys turn eastward, dashboard shining gold Every red light says the road grows old Radio preacher sells a ticket to the blues Coffee stains the fare book, coffee wears his shoes A borrowed watch is ticking underneath his sleeve He says gold can't buy a sunrise, but it can't leave Neon hums above the pawn shop door Cedar wheels are singing what the street ignored Keys spin westward through the waking blue Every long road keeps a chance in view Seven coats hang sleeping by the rearview frame A tin guitar case has traveled half the same A red-bag woman waves him down beneath the store He pulls the meter closer, lets her choose the floor Neon crackles on the pawn shop pane Small change rattles in the driver's hand No map can teach that worn tire how to sing Open sky ahead, so let the engines ring Cold concrete hums beneath the overpass The streetlights tremble while the diesel laughs He grips the wheel and tells the miles to move One road ends twice, but freedom leaves no groove Fares go quiet as the warehouses turn to gold A stripped road atlas, penciled stories told He laughs at faded arrows painted on the wall A man who never circles cannot answer us at all At the county line, the asphalt starts to sing A jackrabbit holds the shoulder like a king The pawn shop sign is small beneath the morning blue He checks the rearview, but the horizon's too Neon buzzing on the pawn shop glass Fares rolling toward the open sky, no turning back Keys turn eastward, dashboard burning gold Every road ahead is another road untold Neon buzzing as the city slips away He keeps that old song humming through the day Keys turn westward, windows catching blue One more sunrise, then the whole world moves in view Miles unfold beneath the freedom in his wheels Cold morning settles where the pawn shop glass still seals He keeps that old song humming, then lets the engine teach A man still chasing light has farther roads to reach

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