Late Night Security Patrol

Last night I walked the desolate lot of a strip mall forgotten by time,
at least until the sun rose and employees returned to make it operational.
I walked in my dress uniform, shiny badge on my heart, fur-lined jacket keeping warm,
the cold wind against my face and burning end of a lit cigarette emitting puffs.

I saw cyclists go by, sneaky vagrants pouring across the streets, and cinema employees leaving their post,
eerie feelings overcame me as I walked along the cold broken asphalt.
Eyes were on me or so it seemed,
I was vigilant and steady.