Cracks In The Mirror Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Cracks In The Mirror
Cracks in the Mirror
The ship’s gone, sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room I sweat and try
to stop my hands from trembling;
they threw me ashore, the bastards;
I looked nonchalant walking down
the gangway, two fingers in the air;
I have to leave this room, must walk
tall, I’m a real tough guy- get that right-
but first I need a little drink or two.
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