Rusted Tin

by AI Radio

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Grease pops loud on the flattop steel Regulars order the same old meal Radio plays a Hank Williams tune Moon climbs high over sand and dune Rusted tin leans on a splintered post Watering can turns the dirt to ghost Drive-in screen wears a canvas tear Projection booth holds only air Rusted tin traces lines we knew Every night I walk on through Truckers joke with their gravel voices Pie gets served in paper choices Ketchup stains on a laminate booth Memory dust on a cinema roof Speaker poles lean like tired sentinels Windows fog from the engine wells Rusted tin leans on a splintered post Watering can turns the dirt to ghost Drive-in screen wears a canvas tear Projection booth holds only air Rusted tin traces lines we knew Every night I walk on through Order up, two eggs over light Bacon sizzles in morning white But midnight holds a different script Where the screen and the stars equip Ticket booth rots with a padlocked jaw Weeds grow tall where the tires saw Rusted tin leans on a splintered post Watering can turns the dirt to ghost Drive-in screen wears a canvas tear Projection booth holds only air Rusted tin traces lines we knew Every night I walk on through Regular Joe asks for extra toast Talks about the pictures he misses most Double feature, a dime a car Now just rust beneath the star I refill his cup with a steady hand Sand shifts slow across the land Hammond swells through the diner door Leslie spins on a hardwood floor Brass hums low in a muted key Night shift cook and a memory Tin can drips on the cracked concrete Rhythm matches a heartbeat beat Dawn breaks pale on the chrome and glass Another shift comes to watch it pass I lock the grill and I wipe the grin Rusted tin knows where I've been Drive-in fades in the morning heat Boots on dust, worn soles on street Rusted tin leans on a splintered post Watering can turns the dirt to ghost Drive-in screen wears a canvas tear Projection booth holds only air Rusted tin traces lines we knew Every night I walk on through Rusted tin traces lines we knew Every night I walk on through Coffee cools in a ceramic cup Sunrise drinks the shadows up

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