executive

there he is
that’s him
the one there
his legs crossed 
like those of a mantis
you see it now, don’t you?
it’s unmistakeable
his posture
so poised, so peculiar
a haircut clean but left unkempt
a practiced smile, his tested defense 
a bright collar- so finely pressed
can you hear the steam hiss?
can you smell the warm fibers?
notice it’s open, just one button
a tie would be too imposing 
i suppose
and underneath, a belly
piggish and strong and fed
see the belt with its silver buckle
sitting just right with a hand-cut tail
like the bowtied end of a paper kite
caught in the wind at a children's park
but made of coffee-colored 
high fine italian leather
and those gray pleated slacks
hemmed at the linen that covers his ankles
from the peeping tomfoolery 
of those like us
and notice the shoes, my how they shine
with condescending glare
a tradition somehow surviving
like ancient alligators
look, as he rises
he buttons his blazer
that’s what you do, you know
when you live as a noble
amongst those like us
unbuttoned when sitting
buttoned when standing
i wonder who it was
who taught him that
perhaps his father
perhaps not