Name That Tune
.....Vanna wrote fair poetry but she didn't know how to talk. I was always trying to get her to talk, to bring her out of that silence, so I always tried to shock her.
"God," I said, "I have real hot nuts tonight. They feel like burning coals filled with cocoanut juice."
Vanna just looked at me with those wide blue eyes and lifted her beer-bottle and stuck the end of it into her mouth.
"Suction," I said, "suck. Suck. I feel like I'm gonna come in my shorts right now."
I watched the beer run into her mouth.
"I'd eat your shit out of a milk bottle just to get my drill into you."
"Bukowski, you just talk that way because you think you're a great poet."
"You just get that milk bottle."
Vanna just looked at me.
What Bukowski story is this from?