You can tell that he's a sailor
by the way he stands
by his double-breasted coat
with old brass buttons
by his Atlantic Star
how he salutes passers by
(longest way up
shortest down)
the way he calls me 'Sir'
in that soft Irish brogue
the mischief in his eyes
how he protests at first
politely demurs
but then gives in
to double-egg and chips
at the Viking Café
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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