A record and a letter
It was 1982 and I was sitting in my office
trying to balance the books of the company
I worked for.
me from the record store: ”Hey,
your Bukowski record has arrived!”
I had forgotten about this, ordered
the record over a year ago.
I picked it up; the store was in the centre
of Stockholm. The record looked really good
Bukowski wearing his jacket the wrong way.
(Two years later when I was working for
this big Swedish Record company
distributing the Takoma label I could say: ”Hmm,
Takoma, I know about them, they
have some good stuff…”.)
From the record store I drove the small car
to my flat on the south side of town. Over the bridges.
Cold but no snow on the streets.
When I opened the door
with the Buk record in my hand
there was this letter on
the floor, sender Bukowski, San Pedro.
I wrote Buk after reading
Factotum, six months ago.
Bukowski wrote that he was happy that
his books worked for me.
feel honored in some
Published in I Know What She Will Say, 2003