The Boat by Fester Bryan

Sail tipping left
Sea at my feet
Slapping slippery fish in my face
The captain says "There is Jimmy !"
And sure enough it is.

Jimmy in his one man boat
All day and sometimes all night
Smoking his pipe of shag
Listening to world service radio.

Head bent left
Thick socks
Chattering swearing spitting in my face
Jimmy says "Hi Bob, howya doin ?"
And the captain says "fine".

The granite grey swell
Sickly moves me
Chopping spraying salt in my face
I say "Take me home to the comfort of my living room"
But it takes several hours

Because of problems
And a lack of focus
on the part of the Captain
Who was tired
Because of a late night playing Poker
And he'd forgotten to take his supplements.