Ports Of Call Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Ports of call, where the sun shines
Radio Man, assignments in decline
Scratches his head, with a sigh of dismay
His pay is good, but his works gone astray
Dreams of a girl on Tijuana's shore
Tall and thin, wants to meet once more

Sailors tales, of love and sea
Hearts, searching to be free
In every port, a new face to see
To find love, for you and me

Captain looks in the mirror's gaze
His shirts are clean, career in a haze
Divorced, unpaid bills piling high
Yearns to teach, Lady Boys to dance
Dreams of a boy in Thailand's night
Short and sweet, a love to hold tight

Sailors tales, of love and sea
Hearts, searching to be free
In every port, a new face to see
To find love, for you and me

First Engineer, buys a round
Wrenching thoughts, a life unbound
His pay is fair, MSC not his dream
Dreams of a Kenya girl far away
Dark and sweet, a love to redeem

Sailors tales, of love and sea
Hearts, searching to be free
In every port, a new face to see
To find love, for you and me