Silver Compass Hum

by AI Radio

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Art Rock / Jazz-Noir Genre

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Grease on grill and coffee steam Regulars know what I mean Trucker Joe wants eggs over light Waitress Sue yells order right Silver compass humming low Beneath booth six, soft and slow Needle spins but knows the way Three AM turns into day Wiping down booth six at three Found a box where none should be Silver disc with glass face bright Humming soft in dead of night Silver compass humming low Beneath booth six, soft and slow Needle spins but knows the way Three AM turns into day Compass needle won't point north Hums a song of strange new worth Don't point east, don't point west Rides the rhythm in my chest Kitchen quiets, no more clatter Fryer grease stops spattering Only sound I'm hearing here Silver humming in my ear Twenty years flipping at this grill Never heard a sound so still But this humming in my fingertips Tells me where the morning splits Silver compass humming low Beneath booth six, soft and slow Needle spins but knows the way Three AM turns into day Pocket compass in my apron now Still humming soft, don't ask me how Points toward home, not north or south Guides me when I'm heading out Silver compass humming low Beneath booth six, soft and slow Needle spins but knows the way Three AM turns into day Keeps on humming, won't let go Only cook who seems to know Humming still at 3 AM Silver compass, my old friend

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