a model

I have to be like that
man who entered the
restaurant
tonight,
he parked right in
front
blocking a good many
parked cars,
then slammed his car
door,
walked in,
his shirt hanging out
over his big
gut,
and he saw the
maitre d’
said, “Hey, Frank,
getting me a fucking
table by the
window!”
and then followed
him
along.

I have to like
that man.
this way’s not
working.

for over 70 years
now.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript