Uniformed Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Uniform

She was sitting on a cleat crying, beside her a suitcase and
a vanity bag of leather. She was waiting for her husband
but the storm at sea he was delayed, the wind was strong even
here and her auburn hair attracted my libido

I took her to a nearby hotel trying to throw my weight
around with my uniform that three stripes on the arm, alas
they were made of silver which meant I was a catering officer
and the staff at the hotel called me a steward.

It was only when I hinted having been a helicopter pilot
during the Vietnam War, they showed some respect; mind
isn`t that disaster a long time ago, I actually was there trying
to save people who had worked for the enemy.

When the ship eventually docked, I went onboard told
the chief engineer where she was. I reflected on the fact that
due to the delay I had had her before him.
He was married to a tart bedding a man with silver stripes