Where are your upstairs friends?
The coffee break girls;
Credit card tight,
Newly coifed,
Numerously heeled
And bitchin` in Valenti,
Playing a little material bridge.
Where are the elevator girls?
Those check booked cynical
Fifteen minute friends.
The boss kissers;
Union mothered now
Skipping rope in third grade circles.
Are you still upstairs big time,
Afraid of that ground floor?
Tight backed
polished bags.
Billing friends;
Lonely little time certificates.
Where are all your front desk pals;
Weekday girl scouts?
Locker liquor safe.
Ladies room tokers.
Sold out till Friday,
Crying on the phone till dawn.
I saw you through that upstairs window
Waving paper children.
Tuesday`s friend.
Sunday`s weeper.
Watched, clocked and counted;
Moving to the sound of silver.
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