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shot of red-eye - charles bukowski lyrics

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i used to hold my social security card
up in the air
he told me
but i was so small
they couldn’t see it
all those big
guys around

you mean the place with the
big green screen?
i asked

yeah. well, anyhow, i finally got on
the other day
picking tomatoes, and jesus christ
i couldn’t get anywhere
it was too hot, too hot
and i couldn’t get anything in my sack
so i layed under the truck
in the shade and drank
wine. i didn’t make a
dime

have a drink, i said

sure, he said

2 big women came in and
i mean big
and they sat next to
us

shot of red-eye, one of them
said to the bartender

likewise, said the other

they pulled their dresses up
around their hips and
swung their legs

um, umm. i think i’m going mad, i told
my friend from the tomato fields

jesus, he said, jesus and mary, i can’t
believe what i see

it’s all
there, i said

you a fighter? the one next to me
asked

no, i said

what happened to your
face?

automobile accident on the san berdo
freeway. some drunk jumped the divider. i was
the drunk

how old are you, daddy?

old enough to slice the melon, i said
tapping my cigar ashes into my beer to give me
strength

can you buy a melon? she asked

have you ever been chased across the mojave and
raped?

no, she said

i pulled out my last 20 and with an old man’s
virile abandon ordered
4 drinks

both girls smiled and pulled their dresses
higher, if possible

who’s your friend? they asked

this is lord chesterfield, i told
them

pleased to meetcha, they
said

h-llo, b-tches, he answered

we walked through the 3rd. street tunnel
to a green hotel, the girls had a
key

there was one bed and we all got
in. i don’t know who got
who

the next morning my friend and i
were down at the farm labor market
on san pedro street
holding up and waving our social
security cards

they couldn’t see
his

i was the last one on the truck out. a big woman stood
up against me. she smelled like
port wine

honey, she asked, whatever happened to your
face?

fair grounds. a dancing bear who
didn’t

bullsh-t, she said

maybe so, i said, but get your hand out
from around my
b-lls, everybody’s looking

when we got to the
fields the sun was
really up
and the world
looked
terrible

- charles bukowski lyrics

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