分享Charles Bukowski一首詩.

You don't know what love is. -Charles Bukowski

I put on my classical music each morning

and sit down in front of my typewriter

I light a cigar and I smoke it like this see

and I say Bukowski you're a lucky man

Bukowski you've gone through it all

and you're a lucky man

and the blue smoke drifts across the table

and I look out the window onto Delongpre Avenue

and I see people walking up and down the sidewalk

and I puff on the cigar like this

and then I lay the cigar in the ashtray like this and take a deep breath

and I begin to write