keeping an eye on you

I had my bar dream

the other night,

only this time

it was a little different;

it started out the same,

rundown,

dimly lit,

hole in the wall bar,

with the same lowdown,

rundown,

shady characters

sitting around drinking

god knows what;

I have this dream

quite often

and it always seems

as if I am finally

at home,

sitting on the barstool

with all the other

losers,

but like I said,

last night

was a little different;

this guy walked by

who seemed familiar,

“Bukowski?” I asked,

he stopped and nodded

and we started talking,

I told him he was the greatest,

which he took in stride,

I’m sure he had heard it

all before;

he wasn’t anything

like I expected him to be;

very polite

and well mannered;

when I commented on it

he just smiled and said;

“don’t believe everything you read kid,

especially if I wrote it;”

then he said;

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you,”

later,

when I had been awake

for several hours

I thought;

keeping an eye on me?

what the hell did he mean

by that?

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