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