Metropolitan Pick-Up

'Lower that a lawyer,
hotter than a rail,
only just met her
gotta hang her on my nail.
Dirty as a wash tub
in a neon motel,
gonna buy a cocktail;
I'll have one as well.
Knees in the nylon,
crackle with the static;
lookit that lipstick
my jones on automatic.
A Jackson for the barkeep
a good day on the Dow
flash of Patek Phee-leep
she's lookin'at me now.'

Later in the subway,
card in envelope -
city anniversary-
his wife's name is Hope.