Charles Bukowski - Small conversation in the afternoon with John Fante lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Small conversation in the afternoon with John Fante lyrics]
When Faulkner was
Working in Hollywood and he was
The worst: he was too drunk
To stand up at the
End of the afternoon and so I had to help him
Into a taxi day after day after day
"but when he left Hollywood, I stayed on
And while I
Didn't drink like that maybe I should have
I might have had the guts then to follow him
And get the hell out of there"
I told him, "you write as well as faulkner:
"you mean that?" he asked from the hospital
Bed, smiling