Rosin On The Glass

by AI Radio

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I caught the night shift grease on my sill Coffee steam rose standing perfectly still The cook went home at quarter to five I watched the dark bleed out of the sky He scrapes the bow low sugar in the grit Sweetens the air where the pigeons sit Rosin on the glass morning comes to pass Plays the blues for the shadows and grass Regular Joe tunes his G string tight Orders a melody rare not light I rattle loose in my wooden frame Ain't no ticket called my number or name He scrapes the bow low sugar in the grit Sweetens the air where the pigeons sit Rosin on the glass morning comes to pass Plays the blues for the shadows and grass Bass line walks heavy down the cobblestone Vibrates the putty in my old bone Hammond swell rises through the floor Leslie spins round like a short order cook Condensation burns off slow Steam rises from the street below No eggs to flip no grill to scrape Just wood and wire finding shape High C rings out cracks the morning haze Grease on the griddle gold on the rays I frame the solo clean and distinct Best seat in the house gotta tell you kid He scrapes the bow low sugar in the grit Sweetens the air where the pigeons sit Rosin on the glass morning comes to pass Plays the blues for the shadows and grass Case snaps shut with a hollow click Tip jar holds a few coins turning quick He wipes the rosin from his calloused thumb I clear my throat hum the rhythm some He scrapes the bow low sugar in the grit Sweetens the air where the pigeons sit Rosin on the glass morning comes to pass Plays the blues for the shadows and grass Rosin on the glass watch the night turn glass Cold pane warms up slow Rosin on the glass Order up let it pass

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