The glossy, thick coat of lipstick she applies,

Before she goes to the  midtown bars, all for a beau.

Today a pink, a pick me up,

Or a seductive red for someone new.

She waits for the one, someone, anyone in this crowded, bustling place.

Some days it’s just water,  ten bucks saved to save face.

Stability, a distant sight,

Her chapped nails catch the dim light.

The pail’s weight lingers, she can tell,

From Grand Central’s bathroom smell.

Thick, glossy lipstick, cheap and bright,

 She primes herself for the dim night.

The door swings wide, her hopes take flight,

Then fall again, like fading light.

Her eyes then drop, a worried cast,

Back to her glass, the moment flew so fast,

For luck, like dry lipstick, is cracked and chapped.