giggling french girls
in their late teens
speaking about where they're going
and where they've been

making a comment about
annoying me
i smile, they giggle
and we drink our coffee

just when i find
a good woman to keep
the brainless charmers
come to the surface to feed

and i wonder if miles
(a couple dozen or more)
can keep a good woman
from straying out from shore

the french girls jump up
and run out to singing and moans
an old man takes their place
and i feel at home