I came by you

in your City

LAX,

you wasn’t waiting for me.

 

I have seen lots of BMW

bringing you at home, Hank.

 

There’re no more Barflies in Los Angeles

it rains out  of…

 

I can’t play with this stuff

as you did,

I can’t feel any angel in this Town.

 

But with a punch

you suggest to me

the LAX poem:

“PLEASE PLACE

CURTAIN IN TUB

DURING SHOWER.”

 

And i saved all my drops.

 

 

a tribute to Charles Bukowski