Charles Bukowski - He Wore A Green Silk Shirt lyrics

Coming through the doorway
A lump of cancer along the
Inside of his left leg
He wore a green silk shirt
Old-fashioned black and white shoes
Hair clipped all over his head
But needing a shave
Yellow wrinkled pants, dark shades
He gave the note to the
Teller who was female, Went crazy and scream
He hit her across the face with the gun butt
Reached a handful of twenty's
From the drawer
And turned in time to get the uniform guard-
A fat guy, very big buck, grew roses
Named Broussard

Broussard went down on the big fat butt
A very beautiful red coming out
On his shirt like roses
The bandit started running half
Sideways toward the
Door or looking for somebody to shoot
Looking for a hole in the sky-
A way to make it
The people seemed to fit into the
Walls and he made it outside
Still running half bent
And then the squad car came
From the other way
He saw it and ran up an alley
The two cops jumped right out
And ran up the alley
Then you heard the shots
Very loud in that dark valley
Between the downtown buildings
The violence and gamble and anger of all men
Screaming then it was quiet
He thought of bread baking or
Men under oxygen tents
When the ambulance came they
Carried out one cop, Put him in first
Then carried out the bandit
Put him in the same ambulance
And the cop who was standing, holding
Waiting, standing there holding his wrist
Where he'd been shot
He suddenly fainted and they put him
In too and drove off
And the people stood, talking
And talking, and talking, And talking