Bar talk and Bartok in the air set the scene
Astronaut haircut made his move into the next red leather banquette
Missy Jean sat demurely as Mr. On-the-make explained
He was very new in town, just off the plane
He'd been a pilot, assigned to Afghanistan
Now here he was in NYC, trying to fit in
He would appreciate some conversation after all he'd seen
It was good to be back in the States, he said
Some of his compadres, they ended up dead
But that was being morose, so he toasted to life
To making the most of it anywhere, including this bar near Washington Square
He was glad to be there, in the moment, alive
He was was clearly sincere, sans any jive
Clean-cut, neatly dressed, Missy J sighed
For here was a man with a story to tell
And she had the time and interest in what he had to sell
Which was friendship, which could lead to more
Life and love are so random, what was in store?
She was was from Virginia, not long out of school
Working in fashion, in a job that was cool
In search of a future, a new and good day
An auspicious start, it was time to play