ah...

ah...

Drinking German beer

and trying to come up with 

the immortal poem at

5 p.m. in the afternoon.

but, ah, I´ve told the

students that the thing 

to do is not to try.

but when the women aren´t

around and the horses aren´t 

running

what else is there to do?

I´ve had a couple of 

sexual fantasies

had lunch out

mailed three letters

been to the grocery store.

nothing on tv.

the telephone is quiet.

I´ve run dental floss

between my teeth.

it won´t rain and I listen

to the early arrivals from the

8 hour day as they

drive in and park their cars

behind the apartment

next door.

I sit drinking German beer

and trying to come up with the

big one

and I´m not going to make it.

I´m just going to keep drinking

more and more German beer

and rolling smokes

and by 11 p.m.

I´ll be spread out

on the unmade bed

face up

asleep under the electric 

light

still waiting on the immortal

poem.

-Charles Bukowski