B-Girl

the tips of towers glisten in the night man-made stars built on artificial light the whistle of the wind sends chills up my spine motioning for a taxi, motioning for some new way out walking to the street corner in your well-dressed tragedy i turn my head at you and wonder if you even realize the malediction that you wear so well yet neatly disguise yet something you can't hide under that coat and crimson scarf i edge my way in and stand close by just as you've successfully hailed a cab your whimsical smile fades as you turn toward me "maybe we can share the fare," i say a few strands of hair in your eyes are pushed aside then your smile re-emerges softer than before slipping into the taxi, seated on the left side, my right you remain with your smile, yet don't say a word some mute kind of seduction, i wonder how many you've had all i know is you'll be my b-girl, you'll be my lady for the night