A late racetrack poem (1 Viewer)

Hi everybody,
I am looking for the original title of a poem I've recently read in German. It's from Betting on the Muse, a book that isn't on my shelf yet.
The narrator, obviously Bukowski himself, is driving to the track, passing Watts. The parking attendants are celebrating his return. He's lost his hair, chemotherapy-induced, and he can't feel his feet, but is still lucky with the horses. The last sentence sounds a bit cryptic: 'Between the earthquake, the volcano and the pounce of the leopard.'

Anybody who knows that one?

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