Drove on the bay bridge for the first time today. Coming back from a stellar night with some friends,
drinks, seafood, and live music (not karaoke). San Francisco city lights luminescent in their gloss, barren twelve a.m. streets, a wharf stench rolling in. Kissing the bay bridge good bye in the rear view mirror,
then saying hello again minutes later, only to roll across her, all four spinning rubber weights. Her metal beams darting in diagonal up and downs, tunnels pushing the road under, the pacific ocean dabbling
sixty meters below.
drinks, seafood, and live music (not karaoke). San Francisco city lights luminescent in their gloss, barren twelve a.m. streets, a wharf stench rolling in. Kissing the bay bridge good bye in the rear view mirror,
then saying hello again minutes later, only to roll across her, all four spinning rubber weights. Her metal beams darting in diagonal up and downs, tunnels pushing the road under, the pacific ocean dabbling
sixty meters below.
