Monday, September 9, 2019

Crew Quarters and the Mafia - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Crew Quarters and the Mafia

When I was a-serving of their majesties Brown and Root

Rows of racks under aquarium lights
And scattered paperbacks: Louis L’Amour
Bravo Company battlefield yarns, (love)-books
About blonde hot rod babes with really big (pretties)

The crew, all older than I, were better books:
Mechanics, enginemen, crane operators
Welders, riggers, radiomen, divers
Draftsmen for the “as built” modifications

The cook was a nervous man from New Jersey
He looked over his shoulder and dropped things

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