The Prophecy of Table Seven (Syrup Never Forgets)

The ship hiccupped once and the stars went sideways. They thought they could leave. They thought they were done. But the booth was still warm... And the syrup still runs. Gravity tripped and dropped them back... like a receipt nobody ever signed... at Table Seven The syrup's warm like they just stepped out They swear they paid, but got their doubts The jukebox blinks, it knows their names A pink shape shivers in the neon rain Bob licked the light, and the door unlocked Gravy bent time and the clocks went "nah" Kevin, furry herald with syruped paws Laughin' like he didn't just break physics laws Table Seven had never closed Kevin took the waffles... yeah, it knows Table Seven still got their names Etched in syrup, slightly insane Bob glows green, a midnight sign Kevin hums... he's right on time Kazoo wind howls from the parking grime They've crossed before... from the end of time. Plastic flamingos in solemn rows Hummed along where the syrup flows The jukebox coughed out a chaotic hymn Hollow hooves strike plastic rim Flamingos wait where syrup flows... Their riders hum, why... no one knows. Table Seven had never closed Kevin took the waffles... yeah, it knows Gravy boats don't lie, they know what they hold Hummin' hushed secrets from under the stove The syrup's still warm, the booth still hums, Receipt says "Welcome," like prophecy crumbs And Kevin... he who had licked the cosmic void Stood unblinking before the syrup tide. The bell rang once... time got annoyed. Table Seven had never closed Kevin took the waffles... yeah, it knows Thought they left, but here they sit The booth laughed, "Nah, you still owe a bit" And the universe sighed and poured more grits Llama sits still, jaw set tight Knows this ain't their first weird night Wonderin' 'bout them waffles, now a debt? Kevin was chewin' when they first met So bless this mess, and pass the glow The crew returns, it's time to go The waffles know, the salt still slides... Their ship's double parked outside, But the door's still open from the other side. Llama knows when the air goes weird She's seen this vibe at least once a year Pink-eyed watchers, weird and grim Tappin’ time with a phantom limb