shut out

they were putting them in the gate and I was
trying to get my bet down and there were two
men ahead of me at the window–
the first, a well-dressed fellow seemed to be
leaning against the window…
“Jesus Christ,” I yelled, “SLEEP AT HOME!”

“LOOK AT HIM,” I yelled to the man in front of
me, “HE’S PICKING UP HIS TICKETS WITH ONE HAND!”

“yes, he’s very slow,” said the man in front
of me.

“I’VE SEEN SOME JERK-OFFS IN MY DAY!” I screamed,
“BUT THIS BABY BEATS THEM ALL!”

the man at the window picked up his tickets,
spun about, screamed at me:   “JESUS CHRIST,
I’VE ONLY GOT ONE ARM!”

“sorry, sir,” I said, then had a second thought
and as he passed I told him, “listen, if you’ve
only got one arm you ought to get in line
earlier…”

he walked off and then the bell rang
sending them out of the gate and I walked toward
the bar.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1982
Source
Original manuscript