some of my readers

1 I liked it coming out of that expensive
2 cafe in Germany
3 that rainy night
4 some of the ladies had learned that I
5 was in there
6 and as I walked out well-fed and
7 intoxicated
8 the ladies waved
9 placards
10 and screamed at me
11 but all I recognized was my
12 name.

13 I asked a German friend what they were
14 saying.

15 "they hate you," he told me,
16 "they belong to the German Female
17 Liberation Movement ..."

18 I stood and watched them, they were
19 beautiful and screaming, I
20 loved them all, I laughed, waved,
21 blew them kisses.

22 then my friend, my publisher and my
23 girlfriend got me into the car; the
24 engine started, the windshield wipers
25 began thrashing
26 and as we drove off in the rain
27 I looked back
28 watched them standing in that
29 terrible weather
30 waving their placards and their
31 fists.

32 it was nice to be recognized
33 in the country of my birth, that
34 was what mattered
35 most ...

36 back at the hotel room
37 opening bottles of wine
38 with my friends

39 I missed them,
40 those angry wet
41 passionate ladies
42 of the night.


Do livro "War all the time".