LOST RACE

 

So, on Saturday, I went to the race track

Placed all my hope on win, place, and show

but by and large

only on half-lame nags

Of course, I lost

I ain't a gambler

and I haven't a clue about horses

and even less about writing

Twiddling with a flask in my pocket

on a drafty grandstand

doesn't make a Bukowski out of me

"Whatcha think about Cross my Shadow?"

asked an old man, worn for wear

"Can barely walk in a straight line, oughta be disqualified"

I said, taking a shot from my bottle

"You think?"

"Yep" I said, crumpling my betting slip

 

 (Foto: Filmarchiv Austria)