Ol’ Charles

February 7, 2011

There’s a book store that I frequent
It’s quiet enough and the chairs are comfortable
There’s a woman I see there often
She’s always reading books about the Civil War
or a Time magazine
or one of those “Best Seller” novels
We never spoke
Until one day she asked me
“Why are you always reading Bukowski?”
“There’s nothing else to read” I told her
And I was secretly pleased with myself
I think Bukowski is getting to me.

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