Manhattan

*...and here he is.*

Manhattan
 
One
Afternoon
On
East
Eighty
Second
Street
I chanced
To
Meet
At
An
Intersection,
When
He
Stepped
In
My
Direction,
That
Literary
Confection,
Tom
Wolfe,
In
A
White
Suit
And
Wide
Planters
Hat,
Also
White.
It
Was
Quite
A
Sight,
Rather
A
Fashion
Fright,
But
Not
Recognizing
Him
At
First,
I admired
His
Chutzpah
And
Said,
Love
Your
Hat.
He
Ignored
Me,
And
That
Was
That.
Forgot
To
Mention
His
Pink
Polka
Dot
Cravat.