Gold Mountain Bridge
Once
dope
Filmore,
Winterland,
Avalon Ballroom
bands grew silent we would become
San Franciscan night owls kicking it from tenderloin
shadows through North Beach dives enroute
to Sausalito
and Marin
County
house
boats.
Like
large
remote
light beacons
piloting weary
drivers and flying hipsters, bright
international orange towers pierced fog that guided
bloodshot eyes seeking access and
safe passage across
a golden
bridge's
sole
span.
