Blue Jacket Bon Voyage
I’m un-fouling my anchor chainIn this seedy seaport bar.Bid farewell to the tavern ratsWho’ll stay rooted where they are.Pull the cork. Tip the bottle back.Take a long soul-warming sip.Feel that heady brew trickle down,Braced and cocked to board my ship. Cobblestones on a dirty streetGlisten darkly in the rain.Find my way to the waterfrontDown a twisting gas-lit lane.Mooring lines, like a spider’s web,Bind my schooner to the pier.Cast them off with the morning tide,Underway without a tear. Ride the swells of the raging seaThrough Poseidon’s fickle realm.Dream of women I’ve likewise tamedWith my hands upon the helm.Cross the line sailing far beyondThe landsman’s narrow world.Navigating an open courseWith a pirate’s flag unfurled. And there’s poison in my blood,Poison thick as delta mud.Yes, there’s poison in my blood,But I’m alright.I’ve looted Treasure IslandWith the young John Silver.Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of night.