here it is

again:   the last poem of the night

down to the last drink

such an old
story

and after I’m dead
they’ll make much more of
it
than there
was.

I’ll have this last drink to
that.

I mean, this last drink
tonight.

and, such a
nice
little poem…

smile for the people
now!

…shit!

it
stuck out
its
tongue.

good night,
anyhow.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1985
Source
Original manuscript