Corporate blocks skyward high,
She looks in the reflective glass,
Sees herself in the mirror walking by.
Armed with leather, jacket & heels,
The power of red, glides onto her lips.
Fearless & brave, she looks & feels.
She feels the cold hearts of the sinners.
A brick wall of emotions rise & fall,
Separates the losers from the winners.
Ready to play the games of the city.
Watching the money spinners winning,
She throws herself in, cunning & witty.
Placing a bet, then a roll of the dice.
A million chips & champagne on ice.
©Alima J June 2017