My field of view is rife with blues;
Likewise the music in my ear.
Such blues to soothe me from all wear –
All wonderfully calming hues.
Sea-gazing on deck, John Mayer on my iPod.
I am jaded from the long shift.
As I battle vertigo, he sings to me:
“Gravity is working against me; gravity wants to bring me down.”
Later he croons:
“Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey,
Water, water, water, sleep.”
As there’s no whiskey offshore, I sip some water and go to bed.