Red Light

With each breath full of attitude,
as if everything she does is right;
with one last check in the mirror
she dissipates into the night.

Wearing an extra coat of make-up
she avoids harsh, unkind light.

A student of the twilight,
she knows her way around.
She's feisty, and a fighter,
maybe the best, pound for pound.

She's on display for the regulars,
and the ones that had her crowned.

It doesn't make a difference
where she's at, or the city's name;
her caliber of clientele
is sub-par and all the same.

Her main objectives are getting paid,
and making sure they're glad they came.

Evening make-up and evening wear
are her curse, when the day does dawn,
she constantly has to watch her back
so she's not taken by a "john".

She also does her level best,
not to end up as if a pawn..