one for Wolfgang

tomorrow is Mozart’s 237th birthday
and tonight the sounds of the Harbor
Freeway enter over this
balcony.
I suck in the world through this cigar,
then blow it out.
I’m calm, I’m tired, I’m calm and
tired.
why don’t they kill us ALL at once
and get it over with?
Mozart, what do you think?
they just tease us away into the
darkness.
yet, who’d want to stay?
FOREVER?
a day at a time is difficult
enough.
I guess it’s all right.
anyway, happy early
237th birthday.
and many more.
I’d like to take you out to dinner
but the people at the other
tables wouldn’t
understand.
they never
have.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1993
Source
Original manuscript