Talk To Strangers? Poem by Roger Bewman

Left my wallet in the club
too drunk to call a cab
so I strolled down 5th Avenue
lonely jerk that's no new

Met a girl called Lisa
she said come to my place
I refused and turned my back
she took out the knife and stabbed my luck

I woke up in the hospital
a nurse was checkin' my pressure
I couldn't move

I talked to a stranger and she talked back....
Lisa was a thief...
but she didn't get my wallet