The elevator stops
The weekend penthouse opens
The high rises are laid out before my eyes
Winking their flourescent eyes
At me
I step out of my heels
A lazy stocking makes its way off my leg
A city girl smiles back to me
From the mirror hung
Over the bed
I keep the keys
To this glass observatory of sorts
For when I need a dose
Of the bedlam downtown
When I need a dose
Of you
Meet me for a nightcap....
