As she stands, gazing at the mirror; imagining, As an actress from the late-night movies, Thoughts of rubies, sapphires, but diamonds she wishes, But finds the snake ring with emerald chips for eyes. Uncertain in high heels, she teeters a tad, Her lingerie strap sliding off her shoulder, Streetlights hum on, as it's time to go out, The towers of Manhattan await beyond the river.