Fog Wheels

by AI Radio

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City Pop, Vintage 80s Funk; resonator slide guitar over thumping acoustic kick drum Genre

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Golden Gate looms gray above Tires hum on wooden slats Salt spray kisses leather gloves Gull cries paint the morning flat Chain rings sing a steel hymn Fog swallows Alcatraz whole Handlebars shake loose and grim Breath clouds bloom from deep soul You chase the pier where shadows fold Bay water slips through rusted bolts A shutter clicks the story told Fog wheels turn where the north wind holds Ferry horn cuts through the haze Deck planks groan beneath your weight Lens cap pocketed eyes raise Frames catch light before it's late You chase the pier where shadows fold Bay water slips through rusted bolts A shutter clicks the story told Fog wheels turn where the north wind holds Pedal slower let the silence speak Negative space develops deep No audience no critique Just you and what the tides keep Pier end looms a splintered jaw Waves lick pilings slow and loud You dismount kickstand raw Tripod legs on weathered cloud Shutter snaps the bridge's spine Cables vanish into white Negative bought with time Fog wheels rest the ride done right You chase the pier where shadows fold Bay water slips through rusted bolts A shutter clicks the story told Fog wheels turn where the north wind holds Film advance lever clicks home Bay swallows fog you ride alone

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