Shore Leave

Shore Leave.


It’s afternoon when we dock at a port that
looks like so many others; there is little time,
our ship will be leaving tomorrow at noon.

There is a dancehall up town, we are told
but our sea legs are not fit for waltzing;
beside, we’re shy and there is little time.

So we go to a place where the beer is cold
and women warm, got to be back onboard
at dawn. Short time, you said? Yes, indeed.