inside and outside

I plunge my car swiftly in and out of heavy
traffic
making hair-line decisions
perfectly
again and again
or
some young punk gives you the elbow in a crowd
and you tell him,
“hey!   watch your ass, man!”
or
you come on to a young waitress in a coffee-
shop
thinking that she will be
enthralled.

you don’t realize what the outside looks
like
you are only inside of
yourself.

the oddest thing about old age is that
if you have your health,
now lifting this bottle
drinking this liquid sun power from the
gods,
you feel no different than you
ever
did.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript