Voices and Other Things on Saturdays:

Sailors with no reason to speak
Talked about money all the time;
They obviously had something else to think about,
-You know what-
And had lost all sense of reality.

The ragged curtains shook in the wind,
Or for another reason;
But it was no big secret;
Some people were moving there
Behind the curtains
Up and down
-You know how-
At rhythmic intervals.

This happened all the time
On Saturday nights
In most of the bars of the side streets,
-You know where-
Of the harbour in my time.
.
While some harbours were alive
Only at weekends,
Some others were lively and lovely
-You know when-
On all days of the week.
.
.
.
Oh, pubs and bars of back streets, side streets of wharfs and harbours of my youth. They all have memories and adventures of their own types as souvenirs now.
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