Her other self steps out
under the hotel-lights,
with the sun lowered,
as the early dusk scowls:
In heels she copes, as ever,
on irregular paths and routes,
a recall of her airline days,
those trips less troublesome,
just turbulence and trolleys:
These punters, these travellers,
more equal in measures
of demands and sullen desires,
and not so easily stepped over,
but, in her head, in her way,
her coping with passengers is:
they all pay, they all deserve:
Holding her coat collar-tight,
chin-wrapped against them all,
swinging her bag in the other hand,
on time, on her high price spoor.