loud of voice and way

guess who was by?
the editor of a mag phoned me.
      who? I asked.
Jack Shine, he said.
      wow, I said.

an old girlfriend phoned.
guess who came by and stayed the
night?
       who? I asked.
Jack Shine, she said.
       too much,
       I said.

I am being interviewed.
I   am asked,
do you like Jack Shine?
       he’s all right,
       I answered.
he tells me he’s painting
now, says the interviewer.
       is that right?
       I said.

sometimes Jack Shine
even finds me
but he hasn’t found me
for a while
but
I endure
anyhow.

people tell me stories about
Jack Shine and I
listen:
Jack Shine did this.
Jack Shine did
that.
he lives in Denver
now.
he went back to
Brooklyn.
he came back to S.F. and
pissed on City Lights
floor.

Jack Shine is in love with a
transvestite.

I was first introduced to Jack Shine
by the editor of an underground
newspaper
many years ago:
“you might not like this guy
but he’s better than
most…”

and that’s about the way
it came out, meaning,
most is not
much.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1984