It's not a gimmick, it's style

Sitting in a diner you arrived at sometime in the evening, then it’s suddenly two in the morning. You’ve been there long enough for tables to turnover, shift changes, and the sun to descend or rise. That feeling as you’re leaving, headed to your car, catching the bus, train, an Uber; as your head is transitioning from fluorescent overhead lights to the rest of the world, those melancholic moments is Zipper Ghost.