LATE NIGHT, RITZ CARLTON, SEOUL

A seemingly endless stream
of young Thai men pour
out of room 314
like so many clowns
tumbling out of a miniature
Volkswagen Beetle in the center ring.
They laugh, chattering, lacking
only oversized shoes
to complete the image.
They stand by the elevator
in a contagion of giggles.
After half an hour
they return, toting
cases of Hite and Cass
armed and ready
for another night
dreaming of Bangkok.