Tom Waits reads a Charles Bukowski poem. I’ve always loved Bukowski’s poetry, even in spite of the fact that most poetry magazine information sheets tell you that they won’t accept Bukowski type poems. They’re getting awfully bloodless, these modern poetry places.
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