Movers and Shakers

They would love it if we were to come,
Like a shot of whiskey on a tired tongue,
To warm their weary winter party.

We would taxi downtown toward their flat,
Your red dress blazing in the trap-night’s gray,
Yielding a bit of flare to the everyday.

All the while waiting to impress the crowd,
Such a guest, well dressed; the others wowed.