god comes in
and from across the room
i can tell it’s like
like he owns the place

there he is
glad-handing the maitre’d
with a knowing smile

and patting the busboy
with a firm
keep-it-up grin

now he is parting
a sea of people
on his way to the bar

where everyone begs
for his attention but
“not now,” he says

whispering something witty and charming
to the raven haired woman

quips of far away places
and the foibles of the devil