Charles Bukowski

"Hot (Live)"

Hot

She was hot
She was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her
Now if I didn't get home on time, she'd be gone
I couldn't bear that
I went mad
It was foolish, I know childish
But I was caught in it, I was caught
I delivered all the mail and then Henderson put me on the ninth pickup run in an old army truck
The damn thing began to heat half way through the run and the night went on
Me thinking of my hot Marianne, and jumping in out of the truck filling mail sacks
The engine continued to heat up
The temperature needle was at the end
Hot, hot like Marianne
I leaped in and out
Three more pickups and into the station I'd be
My car waiting to get to Marianne, who sat on my blue couch with scotch on the rocks
And crossing her legs and kicking her ankles like she did
Two more stops, the truck stalled at the traffic light
It was all hell kicking it over again
I had to be home at 8:00
8:00 was the deadline for Marianne
I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at the signal
One half-block from the station
It wouldn't start, it couldn't start
I locked the doors pulled the key and ran down to the station
I threw the keys down, find out
"Your goddamn truck has stalled at the signal, Pico and Western!"
I ran down the hall
Put the key into the door, opened it
Her drinking glass was there
And a note on the dresser
Son of a b*tch
I waited until five after eight
"You don't love me you son of a b*tch"
Somebody will love me, I've been waiting all day
Marianne
I poured a drink and let the water run into the tub
There were five thousand bars in town
And I'd make 25 of them looking for Marianne
Her purple teddy bear held the note as they leaned against the pillow
I gave the bear a drink, myself a drink and got into the hot water

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