the old man moves toward the bedroom

ah, come on,
one more poem before you go to
bed.
make us laugh at death.
save us from piss dreams.
do a magic trick.

what’ll we do when you’re
gone?
Chinaski, you’re a cat’s
ass.

one more poem before you go to
bed.

don’t quit now.

one more, one more!

Chinaski, where are you
going?

why you dirty old fart!

well, just to let you know:
we’ve still got John
Updike!

so, up yours!

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1992
Source
Original manuscript