So
another day here
I am back
to dine
at Konoba Lokanda
Peskarija.
This seaside
bar restaurant is found
at the fishing port
where
boats are docked near
nautical ruins.
This seaside
local hot spot
again, feels lonely.
Perhaps
it is early
what luck for a seat.
Here
an eclectic décor
displays pirate masks
on a scale,
an old Singer
sewing machine
on a barrel
propped atop a wine rack
next to a pie cabinet
American looking
strangely enough,
and, another wine
rack
stores old dusty bottles
of wine.
No one
else has arrived
yet
I will
eat here from a pot
made of black iron
filled with grilled
squid, sardines, garlic
and wedge sliced lemons.
I will
drink dark Loska beer
cold, no head.
Here comes
the thick country bread
and olive oil.
I raise my glass
to toast all new
friends
but none have come
so I toast the wait-staff
I cannot see
because they work
so hard at Konoba
Lokanda Peskarija
to serve me
here, although I dine
alone
until
another day when
I return
to eat, drink
and meet at Konoba
Lokanda Peskarija.
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