Cracks in the Mirror

by Jan Oscar Hansen

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.

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