Bluejacket Bon Voyage
I’m un-fouling my anchor chain
In this seedy seaport bar.
Bid farewell to the tavern rats
Who’ll stay rooted where they are.
Pull the cork. Tip the bottle back.
Take a long soul-warming sip.
Feel that heady brew trickle down,
Braced and cocked to board my ship.
Cobblestones on a dirty street
Glisten darkly in the rain.
Find my way to the waterfront
Down a twisting gas-lit lane.
Mooring lines, like a spider’s web,
Bind my schooner to the pier.
Cast them off with the morning tide,
Underway without a tear.
Ride the swells of the raging sea
Through Poseidon’s fickle realm.
Dream of women I’ve likewise tamed
With my hands upon the helm.
Cross the line sailing far beyond
The landsman’s narrow world.
Navigating an open course
With a pirate’s flag unfurled.
And there’s poison in my blood,
Poison thick as delta mud.
Yes, there’s poison in my blood,
But I’m alright.
I’ve looted Treasure Island
With the young John Silver.
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of night.
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