there can be no existence with these dogs
dragging these blue bones, the flowers all
bend left in the wind and look tired and
the phone rings, it's Pauline down at
Ye Ol' Stagger Inn:
"I'd like to see you, Frank ...."
it's one thirty p.m. and I drive down to
Hollywood and Cherokee and walk in and
Pauline is sitting with Alta and Alta
flashes me the big false smile and Pauline
just sits looking down into her margarita.
they are both drinking margaritas.
I sit down next to Pauline.
"what is it?"
"some asshole's been bugging me, so I
thought if you came by you'd get him off me."
Alta bends her head down around Pauline and
flashes me another false heavy lipstick smile.
"how ya doin', Frank?"
"look," I say to Pauline, "I never saw a guy yet
you couldn't drive off."
"you just don't know," she says.
I get a whisky and soda from the barkeep.
Hollywood at one thirty five p.m. is a big
tomb full of stink...