The Men’s Room at Sodoni’s


They’re laughing at your Willie, damn their eyes–
Sinatra, Sammy, Dino in the mirror
hung above the urinal. It’s a clearer
shot than you’d allow the funny guys
who jump you when the swinging john door slams.
You know the inexcusable Goombahs
and Sam are gonna sing to their comares,
that entourage of luminary gams,
and by the time you zip, the restaurant
will share their little joke (or yours) as Dino
flops on Sammy’s back. E’sprit de corps
gets loud in this belittling casino,
noted for the lavatory taunt
of Rat Pack bastards screwed against the door.

San Francisco, California, January 25, 2009

2 Responses to “The Men’s Room at Sodoni’s”

  1. Die Herrentoilette im Sodoni’s « Waiting for Cassowary Says:

    […] lachen über dich, oh, diese Blicke – Frank, Sammy, Dino überm Urinal im Spiegel. Doch es kommt ein klarer Strahl, erlaubst du diesen Spaß der […]

  2. utopianfragments Says:

    wonderful. so lovely to read.
    it is my first visit here (as far as i can recall) , thanks to This girl remembers.
    surely will come for more.

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