Big Night On The Town
por Charles Bukowski
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
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
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
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
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeles
there was much anti-German feeling then,
a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
the night I was going to die
I was sweating on the bed
and I could hear the crickets
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars
"what?" they say, "you got a
it's like I have sold out to