A MAN OF SUBSTANCE
On the platform
the man comes over and stands in front of me
his woman starts to perform for him
wrapping herself around him like a snake
or like one of those hairy dead animals.
He smiles his ivy league smile that has seen so many beautiful women fall at his feet
his fifth avenue coat hangs perfectly as she curls around it.
He is a man that has never wanted for anything in his whole life.
He has never been alone and he probably never will
I keep looking but there is nothing to see
he has less substance than cheap toilet paper.