I told Charles I wanted to write
He said you've got guts, kid. You're alright
But you're a dreamer; your head is on the clouds
Stop rushing; don't scream at the paper too loud
I told Charles I want to make a difference
He said, good luck kid, you're going to need it
Be careful not to choke on your own words
The pen is not always mightier than the sword
We stopped at 7th Street to get some coffee
There, we sat down and talked till three
He said he's tired of walking around with no destination
I said fine; let's just catch a train at the nearby station
On the way there, Charles told me about his old love
The woman whom he thought was sent from above
She's the muse, the only one he wrote poems for
But sadly, she left and never returned the favor
I asked him what happened next
He said she is now an 'X'
a sign of 'No' and a symbol of 'Never'
he laughed and said, 'I still have her sweater"
I told him it's been way too long
He had to let go and move on
He said you can't just go and forget
It's a gamble, a risk and a bad bet
He said this isn't about me, stop asking questions
I said I just want to know why your words are poisoned
He said, you wanted to write you have to have venom
you need darkness in your veins, your head in an asylum
This is no place for dreamers
This is where dreams go to die
This is the land of sinners
This is where angels go to cry
I asked him, are you alright?
He said, Kid, I have to go, good night
Don't go, the train is not here yet, I begged
Kid, you care way too much, he said
He told me it's called being dumb
I replied it's called being human
He laughed and said kid, it's been fun
I have to go now, I gotta run
The train is coming soon
I asked where are you going?
He shook my hand and said
I'm going to the moon.
Next thing I knew, Charles was gone
I turned around, the damage is done
He flew like a bird without a care
To a place only God knows where
This is all Bukowski's fault.