Bon Voyage

they sat in a booth near the door spoke of ships and docks and stevedores bays and decks and rails and how to secure things as not to fall and though they spoke of everyday life it sounded glamourous not full of strife eating sausage, eggs and drinking tea one looked quite the saltly dog to me red shirt, black vest, gray beard and all went on discussing tomorrow's chore as I paid the check and heard no more and returned to my life as I slid through the door but my thoughts remained with the one from Maine and the salty ace whose charming accent I never did place