His flight is back,
An hour too soon
He's got some time to kill.

Has two chiantis at the bar
Then goes to pay his bill.

Features distorted in the dim bathroom light
His face shows excitement just suppressed
Ardently turns to the stall on his right
His foot taps a furtive request
Quiet insistence, seeks a green light
For what he believes will come next

The closeted rise
In straight man's guise
Of herringbone tweed or twill

Gay men looking for other guys
And glory holes to fill

They say there's rump rangers who do lewd stuff
In our airport men's restroom stalls
They have sex with strangers, strangely enough
In the men's rooms of our stores and malls
Those who want it bad enough
Write rendezvous times on the walls

Pack some fudge
Blow some stranger
Public sex is great

Ass untapped,
He's now entrapped
The cop next door was bait.