Fifty-Seven Miles Away The Big One Kicked Me In The Ass

[In The Weeds - Leslie Sophia Lindell]

all the cowboys, all the cowboys:
fat, dull and covered with dust.
and we all shook hands.
I had on a pair of old bluejeans, and they said
oh, you’re a writer, eh?
and I said: well, some think so.
and some still think so . . .
others, of course, haven’t quite wised up yet.
two weeks later they
ran me out
of town.
-Charles Bukowski, The Difference Between a Bad Poet And a Good One Is Luck