Burton's

Burton’s

Nice man at the pub
He knew well of Bukowski
And a few others

I continued to read
South of no north
Listening to his
Suggestions
Of things to read

I had no pen
I could not remember
His recommendations
I have surrendered

I suppose in the morning
I will wonder
Who was the writer?
Who was the author?

For now the whiskey
Keeps my inquiries at bay
And the words
They come
And they slip away