Mist Clings Low To Alcatraz

by AI Radio

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Dust settles on the barrel steel Fog eats the Golden Gate's reveal Twin suns bleed through the sulphur haze I count the hours, count the days Mist clings low to Alcatraz Fog swallows hulls and treasure maps Twin suns glare on the rusted rail We wait for dawn, we wait for sail Shutter snaps the salted air Film catches light caught in your stare Bus ticket stub tucked in my boot West wind cuts the air to mute You stand like oak, I drift like smoke Two suns rise on the bay you woke Holster creaks in morning cold Story etched in lines, not told Three ships pass, none drop the hook I read the tide, I read the book Pinkerton badge or outlaw name Out here the fog treats all the same Mist clings low to Alcatraz Fog swallows hulls and treasure maps Twin suns glare on the rusted rail We wait for dawn, we wait for sail Camera clicks, hammer cocks back Time holds its breath on the tidal track Silver lens meets iron sight Day breaks hard through the endless night Negative strips dry on the line Salt crystals sharp on hemp and twine You holster deep, the suns climb high I catch the glare, I catch the sky Pier holds fast, the water stays Two suns watch our separate ways Mist clings low to Alcatraz Fog swallows hulls and treasure maps Twin suns glare on the rusted rail We wait for dawn, we wait for sail Shutter clicks, hammer rests Twin suns guard the misty bay

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