Bukowski (Remove filter)
Waiting In Brooklyn
Balancing my brains with bourbon in some back-ally Brooklyn bar
nighthawks that had lost hope looking for the diner, perched in a meticulous row like tin ducks on a crooked shooting gallery on Coney Island
The fella to my right was coyly flirting with a glass of miller draft, his hands embraced around but not to tight, so that it didn’t slip through his fingersas the love of a good woman once ...
Wednesday 7th December 2016 12:10 pm
Recent Comments
LEON STOLGARD on To Heaven Or To Hell …
4 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
4 hours ago
JOHN F B TUCKER on THE STERILISED HOTEL
4 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Tarnishment
5 hours ago
Ray Miller on Watching Glastonbury On The TV
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on What of Courage?
11 hours ago
Martin Elder on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
14 hours ago
Martin Elder on THE STERILISED HOTEL
14 hours ago
Jon on Waves
1 day ago
Tom Doolan on Brand New Heart ❤️
1 day ago