the Nile runs north

I walked into the men’s crapper
at the racetrack
and I counted them:
there were twelve men
urinating in the south
trough.
nobody was using the
north.

wherever the masses go,
you go the other
way.

I used the trough to the
south.

then I got out of there
and that day I damn near
swept the entire
card.

I knew how to handicap
horses and
men.

observation put to action
is the essence
of art.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript