As Nervous As A Sailor Going To Sea For The First Time Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You are part of the family of anachronism
Dusty drapery, cobwebbed room, do they ever clean in here?
They just leave it be and present their lack of upgrade to the public
As cute curiosity, as nagging reminder

Not tough as grubby and mother-centered twice reluctant ego's
With rugged pretense, he rang the bell
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Not sure the heartbeat hammer lays down discordant beats
On flipped out half-formed brains
Nervous and worried and having trouble swallowing
Hands clutching and releasing, cold sweat on new calluses

Not convinced that greeting dignity with deafening silence is the way to show lack of nervousness
Stolen patrol, the boats are filled with quivering wrecks
The captain is impossible to read - As much as you stare at him, he stares back ten fold