We were both married so screwing was a no go ..

That lasted about 2 drinks    
Then innocence took a back seat    
City Life is a meat grinder  
You can tenderize and flame  
Some like her well done  
I took her medium with luscious pink  
   
Bukowski was at the table in the corner  
Hunter S. Thompson too  
Wasted in the smokey dark heat  
Comparing poetry and fright    
I was at home with Sha Sha  
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello  
   
She didn't say much    
Her English was a vacancy  
We communicated in shy glances  
Touched each other in places criminal  
Yet this was the Scorpian Bar  
Between Avenue B and C in New York City  
   
Noone cared much for dignity  
Sin was on the half shell  
Lower East Side beer  
Charming in a dime store way  
You get me  
Right ?