Maine Chanty

How do we learn
On Penobscot Bay
The New York Yacht Club’s
Cruising our way?
Whiskies and gins,
The gourmet’s pride,
Come bobbling in
On the rising tide —
Seldom the brands
We find on shore,
Offered at Bangor’s
Liquor store;
Empties tossed
By white-coated stewards,
Empties lost
As they bobble to leeward,
Spreading the news
Around the bay,
The New York Yacht Club’s
Passed our way;
Written in glass
Where sandpeeps skitter,
High up the beach
In the tide-rack’s litter.