Guy reading… Looked very much like verse on the first pass. At Brunetti’s. Up on a high stool in the first inner section. Thick-set; middle-aged; balding. Confirmed on the return with another water. (Gotta keep up the intake earlier in the day for this lonesome kidney.) Nylon biz shirt. Nice smile at the unexpected attention. The request had the man promptly obliging with a cover reveal. Bukowski, sketched on a fancy grunge layout. Ah yes! That explained it. Even Google quickly corrected the typo. Tolerable, flavoursome rebel; wouldn’t hurt a fly. The techno beat wouldn’t interfere scanning those lines while the chap hung there for a bit. A cuddly alcoholic to accompany the $5 coffees & $15 vin quart filled glasses.
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