Salt On The Keys

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Barnacles grip the piling bones Gulls scream loud on rusted moans Typewriter sits in tangled rope Ribbon dry and stripped of hope Carriage stuck on salt and sand Letters frozen lost to land Q and Z won't budge an inch Fog ate the oil the glass the wrench Salt on the keys at morning light Tide types a draft no eye can read Ferry's gone but steel remains Words dissolve in brine and rain I polished glass twenty years straight Wick trimmed clean for heaven's gate Now I watch the gulls pick clean A machine that served no queen Salt on the keys at morning light Tide types a draft no eye can read Ferry's gone but steel remains Words dissolve in brine and rain No lamp to trim no log to write Just waves that erase the night My fingers find the home row keys Muscle memory on the breeze Paper pulp in gray slurry mash Ink bleeds out in purple flash Stories of the strait and sound Sink deep where no diver's found Brass arms bend in green corrosion Keys spell nothing lost their motion I press one down it clicks once more A ghost note on a hollow shore Salt on the keys at morning light Tide types a draft no eye can read Ferry's gone but steel remains Words dissolve in brine and rain Salt on the keys salt on the keys Foot thumps slow tide takes the type

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