The concrete odour of the city clothes him

Hard shiny man, well cut of suit and strong

With chiselled jaw grim set, close shaven

Stone cold steel in his eye, expensive

Briefcase neatly ordered, files, spreadsheets

Parker pen and plans, unfinished business

Bullet pointed, paper clipped, prioritised

Caffeine sharpened, cufflinked and unblinking

Urban warrior, an alpha male armed

For corporate war and marching for the train

Inside his heart warmed silken pocket hides

A love note and a photo of a child