An Uncertified Wrestler

As a brown pelican dives for its food She jumps to the road, Late in the evening. Street lights know her whereabouts And the each brick of the cobbled street feel her gravity. She has many stories for her clients And she knows the fake notes well. Please do not play with her and bargain the trade As she's a respectable woman of this uppish World. Why they so hurry about her certificate of birth Anybody offers her a better job? Call by her given name and that's enough. * Dedication to all my poet friends!