In a moment he will tie his tie
Losing whatever semblance of liberation
He may have had
Just yesterday
There was a lady on the train
Who dressed with conviction
Knowingly
Working
The ancient art of seduction
Into every garment
That
Draped
Off her body
Creating
What could be called in the office world:
A masterpiece
In her day
She was fresh and trampy
But has since grown
Into herself
And is a force
To be reckoned with
You, Joe
Have no idea what you're up against
You have no idea
What you are messing with
Black lacy underwire
exposed in the gap
Under caramel power suit jacket
And satiny beige top
Just flowing enough
To fall open at the top two buttons
Drawing the eye
Away from her immaculate face paint
You, Joe
You are a mess
You can't even get your tie on
Before you scramble away
From your scrambled egg and cheese
It'd be a miracle
If you remembered your wedding band
Good thing the genius at home
Knows what's best for you
Confidence is:
Reading a stack of stapled papers
Making corrections in pen
Guiding with your pinkie
Leg crossed over leg at knee
(All eyes on black bra)
Not once looking up
Not ever meeting eyes
And, why should you?
It's your world;
Serfs,
Everyone else;
It's your train
Joe won't know what hit him
And this office shogun
Will retire from that job
And buy that little cabin
On Shelter Island
Just like she always said she would
And, Joe -
Joe will get a boat;
Both of them depreciating
Until one can't stand the other
A reasonable life
For a guy who can't tie a tie
At home
--
5.15.08
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