Postcard Drift

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Dreamy Modern Bedroom Pop Genre

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I rode a Vespa basket back in sixty-three Stamp licked by a girl named Maria Cornetto crumbs stuck to my corner edge Now I spin where the piazza sweeps clean Barista unlocks the green shutter Steam curls like prayer in cold air Cobblestones drink the first light slow Wait for the city to wake Postcard drift on Roman stone No address left to call my own Faded blue ink on yellowed bone Drift slow till the cafes open Laundry lines mapped the Trastevere sky I flew from a balcony clothespin grip Tourist bought me for fifty lire Wrote "Wish you were here" in shaky script Barista unlocks the green shutter Steam curls like prayer in cold air Cobblestones drink the first light slow Wait for the city to wake Postcard drift on Roman stone No address left to call my own Faded blue ink on yellowed bone Drift slow till the cafes open Pantheon pigeons use me for shade Oil stains from a mechanic's thumb Taxi meter ticks in my fibers still Every fare a story, every ride a sum Wind knows the route better than I do Blows past the Spanish Steps at dawn No meter running, no passenger due Just paper and stone carrying on Postcard drift on Roman stone No address left to call my own Faded blue ink on yellowed bone Drift slow till the cafes open Espresso steam writes new words now On tables where I catch the breeze Maria's granddaughter reads my ghost Smiles at the price of memories Postcard drift on Roman stone No address left to call my own Faded blue ink on yellowed bone Drift slow till the cafes open Drift slow where the wheels have turned Drift slow where the city learns One stamp, one story, one stone Morning claims what night has owned

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