a day at the oak tree meet
Filet’s Rule, the 12 horse around 12 to one,
that was the first race, they had a different
janitor in the men’s room, and I didn’t have the
2nd race either, Bold Courage, around 19 to one,
my Kentucky Lark got a dead ride from the boy
who stood up in the saddle all the way, which is
hardly a way to ride a 2 to one shot, and I
got a roast beef sandwich for $1.10, if you’re going
to go broke you might as well eat well, and in the
3rd Grandby had to pull up to avoid Factional who
came over on him, the stewards argued for 15
minutes before allowing it to stand, and there I was
52 dollars down and the mountains were dry,
life was hardly worthwhile, and in the 4th, Aberion
Bob I think was the play but I went to Misty Repose
who got locked in the one hole at 6 furlongs and had
nothing left when he swung out. A. Bob won handily and
I was 67 dollars down, the coffee was a quarter and
the coffee girl looked like an x-prostitute, which
she probably wasn’t, and then in the 5th, Christie’s
Star took it at thirteen to one and I was 3rd, I think
with Bold Street, I can’t beat those maiden races, and
I was 77 dollars down and bought a hot dog which cost
50 cents and was gone in 2 bites, and then I had to
go 20 win on Nearbrook, which won by 6 or 7 lengths
but at 4 to 5, so I am still 65 dollars down and the
mountains are still dry, but nobody is talking to me
or bothering me, there’s a chance. I put 15 win on
Moving Express and 5 win on Choctaw Charlie and C.C.
comes in at eight to one, and then I am only 37 dollars
down, and we have the 8th race, Manta at 3 to 5
was a rather obvious bet, I looked for something to beat
her and came up with Hollywood Gossip. Manta went
on by, but I had been afraid of that and had only gone
5 win, I was 42 dollars down with one race to go, and
I put 20 win on Vesperal and ten win on Cedar Cross,
and Cedar Cross ran dead and Vesperal went wire to
wire, so that was 72 down before the race, and
you take the 84 dollar pay off and you’ve got 12 dollars
profit. There you go: behind for 8 races, winner in
the 9th. Nothing big, but bankroll intact. This comes,
my friends, out of years of training. There are thorough-
bred horses and thoroughbred bettors. What you do is
stay with your plays and let them come to you. Loving
a woman is the same way, or loving life. You’ve
got to work a bit for it. In a day or 2 I’ll go again
and get off better. You’ll see me that night having a
quiet drink at the track bar as the losers run for the
parking lot. Don’t talk to me or bother me and I won’t
bother you. All right?
rain
a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn’t there?
he came to hear the
music.
the colored birds
it is a highrise apt. next door
and he beats her at night and she screams and nobody stops it
and I see her the next day
standing in the driveway with curlers in her hair
and she has her huge buttocks jammed into black
slacks and she says, standing in the sun,
“god damn it, 24 hours a day in this place, I never go anywhere!”
then he comes out, proud, the little matador,
a pail of shit, his belly hanging over his bathing trunks—
he might have been a handsome man once, might have,
now they both stand there and he says,
“I think I’m
Filet’s Rule, the 12 horse around 12 to one,
that was the first race, they had a different
janitor in the men’s room, and I didn’t have the
2nd race either, Bold Courage, around 19 to one,
my Kentucky Lark got a dead ride from the boy
who stood up in the saddle all the way, which is
hardly a way to ride a 2 to one shot, and I
got a roast beef sandwich for $1.10, if you’re going
to go broke you might as well eat well, and in the
3rd Grandby had to pull up to avoid Factional who
came over on him, the stewards argued for 15
minutes before allowing it to stand, and there I was
52 dollars down and the mountains were dry,
life was hardly worthwhile, and in the 4th, Aberion
Bob I think was the play but I went to Misty Repose
who got locked in the one hole at 6 furlongs and had
nothing left when he swung out. A. Bob won handily and
I was 67 dollars down, the coffee was a quarter and
the coffee girl looked like an x-prostitute, which
she probably wasn’t, and then in the 5th, Christie’s
Star took it at thirteen to one and I was 3rd, I think
with Bold Street, I can’t beat those maiden races, and
I was 77 dollars down and bought a hot dog which cost
50 cents and was gone in 2 bites, and then I had to
go 20 win on Nearbrook, which won by 6 or 7 lengths
but at 4 to 5, so I am still 65 dollars down and the
mountains are still dry, but nobody is talking to me
or bothering me, there’s a chance. I put 15 win on
Moving Express and 5 win on Choctaw Charlie and C.C.
comes in at eight to one, and then I am only 37 dollars
down, and we have the 8th race, Manta at 3 to 5
was a rather obvious bet, I looked for something to beat
her and came up with Hollywood Gossip. Manta went
on by, but I had been afraid of that and had only gone
5 win, I was 42 dollars down with one race to go, and
I put 20 win on Vesperal and ten win on Cedar Cross,
and Cedar Cross ran dead and Vesperal went wire to
wire, so that was 72 down before the race, and
you take the 84 dollar pay off and you’ve got 12 dollars
profit. There you go: behind for 8 races, winner in
the 9th. Nothing big, but bankroll intact. This comes,
my friends, out of years of training. There are thorough-
bred horses and thoroughbred bettors. What you do is
stay with your plays and let them come to you. Loving
a woman is the same way, or loving life. You’ve
got to work a bit for it. In a day or 2 I’ll go again
and get off better. You’ll see me that night having a
quiet drink at the track bar as the losers run for the
parking lot. Don’t talk to me or bother me and I won’t
bother you. All right?
rain
a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn’t there?
he came to hear the
music.
the colored birds
it is a highrise apt. next door
and he beats her at night and she screams and nobody stops it
and I see her the next day
standing in the driveway with curlers in her hair
and she has her huge buttocks jammed into black
slacks and she says, standing in the sun,
“god damn it, 24 hours a day in this place, I never go anywhere!”
then he comes out, proud, the little matador,
a pail of shit, his belly hanging over his bathing trunks—
he might have been a handsome man once, might have,
now they both stand there and he says,
“I think I’m
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