Penultimate Port Park

Solid mountainous fog bank

doesn't relinquish Twin Peaks tower 

or the Golden Gate bridge

Industrial arts cow

An afternoon of adventure awaits

 with old pal Joey Know

 Meeting him at the Ferry landing

here he comes now...

 Well it's noon where's Ray?

Not in the crowd waiting to board the Ferry

 Hey, Joe

 Sounded like it came from behind me

 I'm up here

 We're agreed

a bagel sandwich and a soft-drink

for a Port Park picnic

It's way, way

out in the Bay

almost in San Francisco 

To get here we drove through

Truckmagedon

Hundreds of trucks lining up at the ships

Like when a highway

when you have trucks on both sides

Only here it was trucks all around

and nothing but trucks

alhough at mostly moderate speeds,

It was too mind-blowing for me

to take pictures,

Never saw anything like it

Far beyond the cranes

at the Port near the Square 

my usual haunt

 

 So broad and wide open

it's like a Dali seascape

 A silent greeting

from an historic train tower

exhibit called

"Room with a View"

 Really a fine place to sit and cogitate,

wrap-around expansive Bay view

 The Port is thriving today

This is a customs station

 foreign matter lands here

Post modern view of the Port

A mecca for container ships

 Trains still delineate the parameters,

Mythology left from an heroic age

 Approaching the pedestrian limit

An octagonal pier 

fisherman and a few sight-seers

wind up here

 San Francisco 

from sea level

The final peninsula

of  the North American landmass

Keeping the glacial fog at bay

 Growing

 miles away

 It's not like any place

you have ever been

 It's a very serious place

 You don't want to attract 

any attention if you dig

attempt any ambiguous activity

A fond last look

at the Pier Train Tower

Sculpture we assumed,

Joe thought fish

I switched from an antenna

to spermatozoa with deformed tails

So long

It's been good to know you

Woody Guthrie's birthday yesterday

The lines of trucks were facing us
as we drove out,
Just the cabs awaiting new loads,
like two story dwellings on wheels
with bright enamel armor plating,
Heading into battle
bound for the road-warrior future

 

Back home a Friday night

protest march is astir

Chopper

The Bad Cop Copter

was on his game

I'll save the entire tale

for next post

I took a nap

falling asleep I'm still 

far out on the bay