JONES

you’ve got to know
I drove past this
graveyard
and here was this
large stone,
very large
and of black granite.
the lawn was wet
and the shade trees
were sufficient,
and the sun was
being normal
and setting in the
west,
and this stone was
so much larger
than the others
and all I could read
on it
as I drove past
was one large word:
JONES.
I looked around
and applied my
brakes.
I almost rammed
the car in front
of   me.
his license plate
said:
EMERY.
I drove past a
drugstore and it
said:
SAV-ON
and when I got
home I phoned
LINDA
and she said,
you sound
FUNNY, are you
all right?
I’m
GREAT, I said,
and then we
talked a while
and afterwards
I had my first
DRINK.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1975
Source
Original manuscript
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