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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

German bar

had lost the last race big
somebody had stolen my coat
could feel the flu coming on
and my tires were
low. I went in to get a
beer at the German bar
but the waitress was having a fit
her heart strangled by disappointment
grief and loss.
women get troubled all at once,
you know. I left a tip
and got out.
 
nobody wins.
ask Caesar.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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