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