Charles Bukowski My German Buddy

Tekst piosenki

tonight
drinking Singha
malt liquor from
Thailand
and listening to
Wagner

I can’t believe that
he is not in
the other
room
or around the
corner
or alive
someplace
tonight

and he is
of course
as I am taken
by the sound of
him

and little goosebumps
run along
both of my
arms

then a
chill

he’s here

now.