Big Night On The Town

Big Night On The Town

by Charles Bukowski

drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.

you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.

you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing.

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Charles-bukowski


Other poems by Charles Bukowski (read randomly)


with an Apple Macintosh
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in its disc drive.

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and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and

at the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile

Bach, I said, he had 20 children.
he played the horses during the day.
he f--ed at night

he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer's disease.
he had cancer of the

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and y …
I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that...

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.

the phone rang at 1:30 a.m.
and it was a man from Denver:
"Chinaski, you got a following in

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,

good weather
is like
good women-

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