White Cup Waiting

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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White rim catches first pale light Handle worn by decades of grip Steam rose last at midnight tight Now dust settles where coffee dripped Mesa stretches flat and far Horizon swallows asphalt whole I chart no stars to guide my car Just mile markers and no soul White cup waiting on the shoulder White cup waiting, growing older Heat waves dance but you don't waver Salt in glaze from some lost flavor Knew every rock off Portland Head Read swells before they broke the bow Now I read the desert bed And wonder where the time is now Mesa stretches flat and far Horizon swallows asphalt whole I chart no stars to guide my car Just mile markers and no soul White cup waiting on the shoulder White cup waiting, growing older Heat waves dance but you don't waver Salt in glaze from some lost flavor Chip on the rim from eighty-three Storm night when the Fresnel cracked You held the coffee, held by me Warmth against the freezing black No foghorn sounds at three a.m. No beam to sweep the water clean Just engine heat and diode glow And miles of nothing in between White cup waiting on the shoulder White cup waiting, growing older Heat waves dance but you don't waver Salt in glaze from some lost flavor Pull the truck to where you rest Lift you slow from baked clay floor Sip the cold — it tastes like best Like fog and brine and something more White cup waiting on the shoulder White cup waiting, growing older Heat waves dance but you don't waver Salt in glaze from some lost flavor White cup waiting on the shoulder White cup waiting, growing older Steam rises in the cooling air One last watch before I go

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