Fine Nights (After Orhan Veli Kanik's Poem, Fine Days) Poem by Alistair Graham

These fine nights have been my making.
On this kind of night I drink glass
After glass of red wine.
On this kind of night I inhale smoke
From cigarette after cigarette.
On this kind of night I eat
Blue cheese with crackers and wash
It all down, with more red wine.
On this kind of night I set sail
In the shell of a pistachio,
Mooring in exotic lands.
On this kind of night I dance bare foot
On the boards of the jetty,
Leading down to the moonlit sea.
On this kind of night I swim
With the mermaid,
Breathe her breath inside me.
On this kind of night I fall asleep
On a bed of golden sand,
In the knowledge
That the rising sun
Will gently pat me on the brow.
On this kind of night
I just about make it
Into work the next morning
On time, but I'm fine.
These fine nights have been my making.