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Soon as I took a stool
I saw her push her way
across the bar straight at me.

I downed another Dewar's.
Her face was alright but her
ass rode high on her lower back

like an overweight jockey
clenching his knees.
They say you are a poet, she said.

Little bit, I nod, little bit.
Well go ahead then. Do it.
Speak something in poetry to me.

A fun slice of life you have here...love the jockey image....good ending

Thanks Bob. It's a poke at Bukowski

Enjoyed the humour.

Ok, I can see that....I like some of his poems...one especially

Ty Meenas

The Buk of L.A.

but then there is no other Buk

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50518.The_Buk_Book




Michael (MV)