to the ladies who no longer think of me

it’s just as well

you should see me now

steering to the racetrack

colors of the German flag stuck to the rear
window…


I dislike the heavy traffic on the
boulevard
drive through the back streets of the black
district.


the years have gone by me
very
quickly.

Death sits in the seat next to
me.

we make a lovely
couple.

a man finds some thoughts while steering
and waiting.

one of my thoughts has been
how lucky I   am
that I never settled in with
any of you
ladies
forever.

steering along, that thought returns to
me.

Death picks it up, shudders, locks himself
in with the
seatbelt.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1986
Source
Original manuscript