One eye Joe had two eyes,
one was glass.
He said he was a miner once
but then it was the eye that threw him to the docks.

Joe never really had a wife;
Annabel was just another girl at the port.
But he had a photo of hers,
an old Polaroid hidden in his plastic slip.

He also had a ten dollar bill and a doctor’s note.
Too many voices in his mind
or something else;
doctors’ talk.

Hey Joe, coming for a drink?
Not today lad, time to see my girl.
Did you get paid Joe?
They all laughed with the joke. Come after Joe.

But Joe never went.
They found him lying in the docks
Annabel’s photo close to his lips.