Written by: Rebecca Berezin

Short hair, red dress, and bag with a computer recorded mess
Drop of the hat
Drop of the pen
A lawyer, getting the scoop with a camera pen,
just like that
Dangling over a mountain
Following a shadow
Chasing a figurative ghost
I can say I'm sick at rush hour at the most

Track star
Racing a black car
With a drop of the pen
With a flick of the wrist
There's a new twist
Chasing a tip
Running after a shadow
Open ears, closed lips
I guess I'm calling in sick

Hot shot lawyer
Fast talking reporter
High tech recorder
Modern day Tom Sawyer
A fake goodbye
A goodnight kiss
I guess the question is…
Who am I?