Theme: Nostalgia

Cracks in the Mirror

The ship’s gone, sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room I sweat and try
to stop my hands from trembling;
they threw me ashore, the bastards;
I looked nonchalant walking down
the gangway, two fingers in the air;
I have to leave this room, must walk
tall, I’m a real tough guy - get that right -
but first I need a little drink or two. 


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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