and if you asked me, i'd go right back and make a complete fool of myself in that terrible casino bar. id let you barely talk and pass me off to your friend. i'd struggle for another 15 minutes trying to leave an impression. i'd drive home alone through that big dark valley if i knew five months later i'd hit some god damn deer driving back through it on my way home to you. id do it all over if it meant i get to call you my man. for one night, for half a year, for the rest of time my little life spends, i'll let an entire crowd go quiet, i'll barely pay dwight yoakam attention, i'll grab your arm and say something stupid as a last minute attempt… if it allows me even one more minute to watch you walk in.
the little bukowski