AIR ASSAULT ON LOS ANGELES

Silvery coins in a slot.
We stand-by, side-by-side before
The bullet-proof plate-glass window.
It snows.
She wears Trans World Airlines gear.
I have no hat. My suit is gray.
I have adored her for thirty seconds,
Thirty seconds since I ever saw her,
An Adoration escalating fast towards Love,
When I say-- I say "Hi" probably.