Along The Runner (No Ordinary Crown)

Stack your bags along the runner

Another summer comes, sharpening its teeth

And the sensory release

Of a ticket stuck, suspending your belief

A motion sickness in the thrum

Sweet kid always talkin' in the fan

And the fortunate relief

Of evening coming down, a memory retrieved

A broken path, a temporary patch

No ordinary crown

You sold your spine every other night

No ordinary crown