2 men at the track

they are there every day that I go.
one never bets.
he wears a brown coat and a brown cap
and he pulls the brown cap down over his
eyes and he sits in a chair and he never
bets.

the other wears the same type of cap
only it is bright red
and he wears it high on this head
direct center
the cap barely gripping his skull.
it never falls off
and he has false teeth that are always
protruding
because his mouth is always open
and he’s always smiling.
he loses and he smiles
and he talks to everybody about the
horses.

these 2 are waiting and waiting
and the racetrack is where they
wait.

I am beginning to feel and look
like both of them.

we should be more than we are
and we become less and less.

there’s no gamble in
that.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1977
Source
Original manuscript
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