Unique

The card in the phone box
promised the experience
would be unique.

It gave a number
and a name:
Monique.

We met in a room
above the shop.
It was straight down to business.

She didn't accept credit cards.
Wouldn't take a cheque.
Demanded cash

which I thought was a cheek.
(And she looked more of a Monica
than a Monique.)

But I'm going back

same time
same place
next week.

It's A Date