So Long, Hank (Live 1998)

On march 10, 1994 Charles bukowski died Heartbreak Im going to miss that man Of poems Books Short stories what they call Spoken word performances Hank told the truth in All things all things Men women Hope despair Lonliness isolation In peace when he could find it The bottle woman. Writing it all down on paper. Hank who helped me find my way Wasnt his intention In the 1980s In new york city Mr steve and i Working for a slumlord Found factorum And were reborn! Saw ourselves there on the page Drinking fucking up drinking Make a couple of bucks and Run to the park inn. With crazy negative girlfriends Just like hank Saying me too! Seeing myself and Feeling like maybe im not The disaster i thought i was I loved this man I loved this mans work I took solace in hank Who never failed to knock me out Still does still does Always will Los angeles on buk died Hanks city Hes gone Sad But hes always gonna be there For me and you Oh hank! great revealer! Brutal truth teller! giant man of letters and stories and poems Youre free now hit that triford muthafucker Fly hank, soar Drink fuck sleep and dream And i will never forget And i will spread your idea That kindness is Just about the best we can do.