Poem by Henry Charles Bukowski

¹6

I'll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go, 
the wind twirling out
small wrens from
the upper grandstand roof, 
the jocks coming out
for a middle race
silent
and the easy rain making
everything
at once
almost alike, 
the horses at peace with
each other
before the drunken war
and I am under the grandstand
feeling for
cigarettes
settling for coffee, 
then the horses walk by
taking their little men 
away-
it is funeral and graceful
and glad
like the opening
of flowers.

1. big night on the town
2. oh yes
3. luck
4. what can we do?
5. the history of one tough motherfucker

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