“The Little Ones Make the Most Noise”, a Random Poem

Sometimes, what you overhear when dining alone at a restaurant arranges itself like poetry.

I was alone last Sunday night at a restaurant we frequent in Bay St. Louis, MS, where we have our tiny ‘bay camp’ called Gumbo Cove.

I had a wee table in the back corner and wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversation from the patrons at surrounding tables. It struck me as wonderful (albeit random) prose so I surreptitiously captured a few of the sentences and used poetic license to arrange them for you here.

The Little Ones Make the Most Noise

But you paid for the drinks
The Saints did win today 
Well, you know ... he was very rich 

I didn’t know it was her birthday 
It was an anxiety attack 
A coach that good has to be making millions 

I guess that didn’t work out the way you wanted it to 
How did it go last week
The little ones make the most noise

I want y’all to be the ones sitting in the velvet chairs sometimes  

My favorites were “I want y’all to be the ones sitting in the velvet chairs sometimes” and “The little ones make the most noise”. I have no idea what they were talking about, but those are catchy phrases!

(Photos are from different trips to this restaurant, but the vantage point was about the same.)

I really like dining alone at a restaurant occasionally; it can be an exercise in mindfulness – or the inspiration for a poem or blog post. 😁 How about you?

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