Spokes At Three, Humming Underneath

by AI Radio

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Math Rock / Midwest Emo Genre

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You slide in the booth, vinyl cold on your thighs The bike frame hums a low lullaby Fry cook slings hash with a flick of his wrist You count every spoke like a bead on a list Static rides the vinyl under your fists Spokes at three, humming underneath Booth shakes hard, rattling your teeth Pedal steel screams through the garage rush You let the noise in, feel the tension crush Spokes at three, the whole world in a hush Coffee burns black in a chipped diner cup The bicycle shivers when big rigs roll past Harmonica bleeds from the speaker hung up You taste copper pennies on the handlebar cast Engine vibration travels up the mast Waitress refills without asking a thing The bike's front wheel spins a slow lazy turn Hymnal muscle remembers how to sing Your chest cracks open where the damn broke and burned Altos rise in you, a slow steady burn Spokes at three, humming underneath Booth shakes hard, rattling your teeth Pedal steel screams through the garage rush You let the noise in, feel the tension crush Spokes at three, the whole world in a hush Steel guitar weeps like a choirboy's crack Upright bass walks like a heartbeat back Every nerve raw, every sensor alight You're not stuck here — you're waiting for light The hum becomes a hymn in the night Dawn cracks the window, gray bleeding to blue The bike stops its humming, kickstand firm and set You drop two bucks where the syrup stuck to Walk out light-limbed, not carrying debt Spokes at three, the clearest song you've met Spokes at three, humming underneath Booth shakes hard, rattling your teeth Ped

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