She works in a bar
Or so she pretends
To family and friends.

She says she’s saving for a car.
In the meantime she takes public transport.
Her fare
Is paid when she gets there.

Ought those near
And dear
To her to guess?
Why so for the short dress
And stilettos
Are stowed, discreet
Until they meet.

No ghettos
Has she known.
‘Twas a loan
She struggled to repay
That led her to say
“I have a job in a bar
Where I will often need to work late”.

When the loan is cleared, she will save for that car
But, in the meantime she goes far
On public transport, to meet her latest date.