Can a girl from South Jersey who once sported a Rod Stewart haircut, ripped t-shirt, blackleather skintight pants and spit out angry rock and roll poems find happiness as a torch singer crooning "I Get A Kick Out Of You" in black and white satin in some of New York City's finer gay boites? Well. . . more than merely riding on the bandwagon of a new elegance, or chasing in On the camp nostalgia bit, Patti Smith seems honestly determined to expand her range. Or perhaps reach more people by incorporating some influences that have been with her all along. Maybe she even wants — at last — to have a Real Career, with a capital C.