— David Alexandrou
Bukowski was watching the neon Budweiser sign blink at 3:14am.
He had a chocolate sprinkled donut in his hand and a coffee in the other.
He lost both shoes after a fist fight in the ally.
Hollywood was as rough as New York this Friday night in 1982.
One liquor store was open 24 hours.
He grabbed a sixer
And headed to his apartment.
The donut wasn’t settling
Neither were the two black and blue eyes.
He looked in a window to catch his reflection.
He actually liked what he saw and smiled for the first time in weeks.
He opened a beer and started dancing under the moonlight to Bob Seager’s Night
Move as it was seeping out of an upper window apartment building.
A falling star went overhead while his eyes were closed.
Siren lights on the freeway lit up Korea town red and blue for a full minute.
“Charles? Look at you out here with two black eyes.
Oh my God!
Get your butt up here to my room this moment.
I have some soup and get into the bath. You are not taking care of yourself. Your
book Ham on Rye made you what? $500,000? $600,000
And you’re still out on the street like a rat. You’re such a sick beast.
I love you
Now get up here.”
He never went up to meet her.
He finished a fifth beer and fell asleep.
Woke up at 5:01AM and wrote his most famous poem.