Bucket of Bolts

This is the last poem forming a trilogy of Spenserian Sonnets written in trochee pentameter relating to the sea. The first poem is titled Mike's Bar, second poem Shanghaied, third poem Bucket Of Bolts. Servin' me hard time on boat that's steamin', doin' me best keepin' engines goin', stokin' fire and me sweat greatly streamin', dripping, I must keep the coal a throwin'. Gotta stay the furnace face a glowin', breakin' me back goin' somewhere so far. Haven't seen the light of day not knowin' time when I could see a lonesome bright star. Why did I drink wine with Rose in Mike' Bar? She bedeviled me with wine and sweet kiss. Old tooth liquored me good, showing me scar. She slips me a Micky these good eyes miss. Leavin' bucket o' bad rusty bolts sure. Taking me chance jumping boat when we moor.