Ode to Cap Gris Nez (2011)
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		by Andrew Ives

O Cap Gris Nez
Gallic gateway
En route to anywhere good.
I stop there at night
For a rest and a bite
And hot café like most people would.

O Cap Gris Nez
Foggy all day
And usually bitterly cold.
No hope for sleep,
Lorries roar, rev and beep,
Dawn arrives just when comfort takes hold.

O Cap Gris Nez
Though dismal and grey,
A Xanadu in concrete you are.
French radio, short naps,
Petrol and maps,
Next stop Abbeville - it's not very far.

So Cap Gris Nez
It's "Adieu" as they say
Until next time we're continent bound.
The aire at Calais
"C'est plus jolie" some say,
But you're always an old friend, newly found.