broken mirror

broken mirror

 

The ship has gone sailed without me,

alone in a hotel room

I sweat and try to stop my hands

from trembling; where are

all my friends that drank with me in the bar.

 

They fired me threw me ashore

the bastards;

dignified

Walking down the gangway,

Cheap suitcase

 two fingers in the air hiding

My tears

I have to leave this room,

must walk tall, I’m tough

that right, butut first

I need a little drink or two. 

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