From Dover
to Zeebrugge
across on the ferry
Moira said nothing

kept herself
to herself
except moaning
at her brother

until you reached
the base camp
outside the port
and in the bar

after seeing
the caravans
instead of tents
she said

did you see the state
of those caravans?
talk about dosshouses
you studied her

as she spoke
her lips moving
ten to the dozen
her eyes blazing

like a lit up
Swan Vesta
you saw her
short frame shake

with her anger
I’ve told Billy
to have a go
but will he?

no ****
he won’t say boo
to a ghost
if it was tired

to a chair
and on she went
her words spreading
through the bar

like spilt oil
but all the time
her eyes
were on you

her hands gesturing
the thumb
pointing back
towards

the caravans
the barman
a Belgium guy
gazed at her

bemused
wiping glasses
in the background
someone put a coin

in the jukebox
and out played
loud and clear
Heartbreak Hotel

and all you
could think was
I wonder how she kisses
this wild eyed girl?