So this is how
You get your man nowadays
You walk along the alley
Approaching a walking stranger
Closer and closer
Until you meet halfway
Two bodies standing
Enough to make a spare
From there you count your steps --
One, two, three
Then stare back
If he also stares back
As in a perfect strike
He is yours
If he does not
You just watch him
Throw the ball
Into the lane
To roll over and over
Hitting the pins
You felt hit too
Three strikes in a row
