The Galley lives on

There was Wildflower Pizza by the neon sign glow,

Where surfers and dreamers would quietly go.

O’Brien’s poured pints, and the laughter would rise,

Now it’s shuttered and silent under salt-rusted skies.

Rick’s Tavern once echoed with jukebox and cheers,

Now it’s memories fading with the slow-passing years.

Brick and Mortar served late, till the morning grew thin,

Just ghosts now remain where the nights used to spin.

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🎵 But the Galley lives on, through the ash and the dawn,

Like a lighthouse that burns though the others are gone.

Through closures and condos and overpriced lawns,

You can still find a barstool — the Galley lives on. 🎵

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Circle Bar danced till the world lost its beat,

Areal served romance on candlelit seats.

Main on Main had its moment, then slipped out of view,

Now it’s just shadows where artists once drew.

Santa Monica Pizza, Finn McCool’s, the whole crew —

Gone like the tide, like old diners we knew.

The World Café's silence, a song that's now still,

Art galleries vanished, like dreams down a hill…

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🎵 But the Galley lives on, through the hip and the gone,

With a string of white lights and a stiff little strong.

While the street keeps on changing, the soul’s holding on,

In that red leather booth — the Galley lives on. 🎵

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There’s a toast in the corner for those that remain,

For waiters and lovers and sweet old champagne.

For all of the stories lost under that sky,

There’s still one last port where the past hasn’t died.

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🎵 So raise up a glass for the years that have flown,

For ZJ’s and galleries and legends we’ve known.

When the rest of the block feels like yesterday’s song —

There’s still warmth in the harbor…

The Galley lives on. 🎵