A rickety table. Blue with white legs.
A red checkered tablecloth
creating small triangles on four sides.
A stray by the floor.
His eyes half sleepy, half expectant.
A bowl of peanuts, mostly broken.
To go with cheap local beer,
served in glasses used for
orange juice by the day.
Distant sound of waves, mixed with moist salty wind.
Sky a kaleidoscope of pink, fuchsia and grey
bidding adieu to the setting sun.
They sit in silence
nonchalance bred through years of familiarity.
Eyes vacant, lips closed
The evening has a single word
of conversation,
'CHEERS'
