Tin at two,
Noisy Fjaka,
Billiards, football on TV, late night lingerers
Jugo moaning deeply between the boats and down stone streets,
Whistling abruptly through the masts, Puddles on the Riva where
Perun welcomed me back with stomach rumbling, and golden mustachios flashing.
Tin, us two, travarica at Vox.
What is this singing?
Pennants in the winds,
Solidarity, friend!
Observe without judgement!
Smoke that cigar butt.
Finish that drink.
Go home to bed.
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