Shoulders broad and square,
perhaps a swimmer in another time,
head held up high,
hair oiled and smoothed to the side,
his legs slightly bowed,
walking with a swagger and an almost imperceptible skip.
Pin stripe metal grey suit,
not a crease in sight,
confident, poised, self-assured, and most certainly
at the top of his game.
His left hand comes up,
smooths back his hair,
he takes time to look at his watch,
and casually drops his arm,
each move seems practised,
His phone rings,
he briefly checks his caller id,
the smile on his face makes me think
it’s someone he cares about.
He stops briefly,
then heads towards Carnaby Street,
fashion week has come and gone,
but the gorgeous well-heeled that fill London’s streets,
go about their business,
confident and sleek.