The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Thu 3/8/2007)

[RetroLounge]

too sweet

I have been going to the track for so
long that
all the employees know
me,
and now with winter here
it's dark before the last
race.
as I walk to the parking lot
the valet recognizes my
slouching gait
and before I reach him
my car is waiting for me,
lights on, engine warm.
the other patrons
(still waiting)
ask,
"who the hell is that
guy?"

I slip the valet a
tip, the size depending upon the
luck of the
day (and my luck has been amazingly
good lately)
and I then am in the machine and out on
the street
as the horses break
from the gate.

I drive east down Century Blvd.
turning on the radio to get the result of that
last race.

at first the announcer is concerned only with
bad weather and poor freeway
conditions.
we are old friends: I have listened to his
voice for decades but,
of course, the time will finally come
when neither one of us will need to
clip our toenails or
heed the complaints of our
women any longer.

meanwhile, there is a certain rhythm
to the essentials that now need
attending to.
I light my cigarette
check the dashboard
adjust the seat and
weave between a Volks and a Fiat.
as flecks of rain spatter the
windshield
I decide not to die just
yet:
this good life just smells too
sweet.

Charles Bukowski

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RL

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[wildhorses]

1. nothing like a day at the races--

meanwhile, there is a certain rhythm
to the essentials that now need
attending to.

there is security in this pattern...peaceful.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear Retro........

How lovely this one is!

The little pieces of his life fitting together so sweetly here...

Just perfect!

Thank you......:hug: