Song For Dana Lok - John Vanderslice

The red band stretches out

Across the Farallones dagger beach

Bay windows with victorian glass

And power lines that carried the telegraph

I taste salt on my tongue

I will stay strong

I will not be undone

The sound of the Alemany Market

Is future sound

And I sighed in relief

When bitter greens dropped to a dollar a pound

And night dropped the floor

Opened up a small wooden door

I taste salt on my tongue

I will not be undone