Cameras - A Poem by a Port Pilot
May 22nd, 2008| Michael Rubino |
| Chief Port Pilot |
It began with a phone call. Can you help please?
National Geographic wants to ride the high seas.
There’re shooting a reality piece, Los Angeles “America’s Port”
The focus, life on the waterfront, bring ‘em on was the retort.
The advance team arrived on a bright and sunny morn
Scouting for locations that would define the norm
Of pilots, cops, and longies, Geraldine too
Nothing would be spared from the camera’s view
From initial meeting we saw this was a change
Not a quick trip as usual it seemed a bit strange.
To have the cameras rolling at Thanksgiving meal
The friends and family asking, “What’s the deal?”
It’s not easy filling an eight-hour slot
So donning chef’s hat I grabbed the nearest pot
Carving the turkey was certainly a treat
Standing orders given to save the dark meat
Had to pull out the stops to make this dog hunt
Original Productions was rarely forced to punt
Many “oh-dark thirty” boardings were required to get it right
Despite the mundane assignments and that blasted camera light
Next it was time to film the crane ship
Special meetings, measurements didn’t want to hit
The Vincent Thomas Bridge that stood in the way
There were 20 cameras shooting the drama that day!
Through it all the cameras rarely ever missed a shot
The mic caught it all though we wished it would not
The camera was steady and always set
It was all coming together the deadline would be met
So how to create drama for an eight-hour piece
Moving ships is a job that will never cease
The show will go on for the public eye to see
“America’s Port” is ready for prime time TV






