luck
what’s bad about all
this
is watching people
drinking coffee and
waiting. I would
douse them all
with luck. they need
it. they need it
worse than I do.
I sit in cafes
and watch them
waiting. I suppose
there’s not much
else to do. the
flies walk up and
down the windows
and we drink our
coffee and pretend
not to look at
each other. I
wait with them.
between the movement
of the flies
people walk by.
Autres oeuvres par Charles Bukowski...
