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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Bruckner (2)

Bruckner wasn’t bad
even though he got down
on his knees
and proclaimed Wagner
the master.
 
saddens me, I guess,
in a small way
because while Wagner was
hitting all those homers
Bruckner was sacrificing
the runners to second
and he knew it.
 
and I know that
mixing baseball metaphors with classical
music
will not please the purists
either.
 
prefer Ruth to most of his teammates
but I appreciate those others who did
the best they could
and kept on doing it
even when they knew they
were second best.
 
this is your club fighter
your back-up quarterback
the unknown jock who sometimes
brings one in
at 40-to-one.
 
this was Bruckner.
 
there are times when we should
remember
the strange courage
of the second-rate
who refuse to quit
when the nights
are black and long and sleepless
and the days are without
end.

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