The Style Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Stylishness

Coming back he felt like a man sitting
on a train going home from seeing the blue angel.
Besides a person who was on secondment
from the army so often he was a now a colonel and
knew the railway system in Germany.
He had been on a bender for days and, the room
where he woke up was dingy and needed, and all
he needed was a cold bottle
of beer not for him but his shakes.
His thoughts of beer were interrupted by a knock
on the door, it was the army officer on secondment
saying goodbye he was off on another train
had been promoted as well to a higher rank,
I congratulated him saw him disappearing down the hall.
Discipline! That`s what is needed, with that he got
up had a shower, walked out with nonchalance. Which
wasn`t tricky at a downtrodden hotel.