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the buyer be-ware blues
I knew he was sick before he told me
could see the sweat pouring off him
just getting his boat ready
figured there was a link between the two;
him sweating like that
and his boat being for sale
spent the day on her
crawling under and in
with torch and tools
checking the things I want to know
before cash-in-hand
becomes cash-I-had
and everywhere I looked told me
he never meant to sell this boat
the work all made to last for years
done the hard way
that's the boat you buy
once the handshake had been done we went to the pub
got talking about whatever
and then to what his back-story was
him losing his fight
with all the things that getting cured from cancer takes
that usual kick in the nuts;
the cure was going to kill him
I nodded and listened
no pity asked or given
ate his truth plain
he asked me what I'd do with her
where his boat was going to go
and I told him my plans
even talked them up a little
gave him the widest version
of my wide blue sea
I’d want to hear it like that
if shitty luck had chopped the legs from me
and sold my boat to a stranger
with health on his side
after he'd gone
I walked up the hill behind the sea-port pub
stood overlooking the harbour
could see my new boat waiting at her berth
and on the horizon
where the river mouth meets the ocean
saw an ending
and a beginning
walked back down to the pub
had my first straight rum in seven months
raised it to whoever deals the cards
then bought one more
and took it eyes-open
cos it's my turn
and it won't last
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