Good Friday

the Germans invented the Easter Bunny and
the Pennsylvania Dutch brought it along and
traffic was bad–work let out at noon on
Good Friday the freeways were full and there
was a man with his car in the fast lane of
the Pasadena Freeway with a flat tire no
spare no friends and we all drove along
surviving listening to our radios and
smoking cigarettes
some of us would go to Church on Sunday
I was thinking about the fights on tv from
Vegas at 5 p.m.
heavyweights Shavers and Holmes
I’d watch it then I’d get the laundry
varnish the wooden table I’d bought
down on Pico and work on my income tax.

Charles Bukowski
Original manuscript
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