no man is an island

I am at the track
and go up to bet
ten win on the four
horse
somebody hollers,
“HEY!”
I look up.
a teller 3 windows
down is looking
at me and
smiling.
he’s a young fellow
in a white shirt
smiling away.
I walk up to him.
“how the hell you
been doing?” he
asks.
“o.k.,” I say,
“how’s it been
with you?”
“fine,” he says
and reaches out.
we shake hands.
“well,” I tell
him, “stay in
there!”
“you too!” he
grins.

I turn and walk
off, thinking
who was that?

then I see a
young girl with
long legs
she is wearing a
beret.

unusual.
I follow
her.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1981
Source
Original manuscript