Pier Seven Fog

by AI Radio

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Morning tide pulls slack chain loose I watch your boots kiss splintered planks My lamp room dark no lens to use Salt air fills these crumbling banks Fog rolls thick through Golden Gate Pedals still on Pier Seven This old keeper watches waits Dawn breaks slow this slice of heaven Rusty spokes catch pale weak light Handlebars rest on iron rail I log the fading of the night Tide turns slow no storm no gale Fog rolls thick through Golden Gate Pedals still on Pier Seven This old keeper watches waits Dawn breaks slow this slice of heaven Thermos steam curls upward slow Coffee black as midnight water I nod no words I need to show Two old souls no son no daughter Fog rolls thick through Golden Gate Pedals still on Pier Seven This old keeper watches waits Dawn breaks slow this slice of heaven Ship horn blasts from freighter ship You mount up clip in your shoes My weathered hand gives steady grip On the rail no win no lose Fog rolls thick through Golden Gate Pedals still on Pier Seven This old keeper watches waits Dawn breaks slow this slice of heaven Fog lifts slow from Pier Seven Light returns to golden heaven

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