Jewelry Store Bodyguard Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Countdown to lunch hour in a uniform that doesn't quite fit
And looks like it may have come from a costume shop

His attention is in rows, glass cases full of rings and necklaces
And unaccompanied stones that glitter as a lure in carefully placed lighting

Brandish your most intense stare and fierce look
But the old ladies and the matrimonial muppets don't give you a second look

And when he accompanies the store owner to the bank
He prefers the title "jewelry store bodyguard" to "security guard"

One hand always hovering over a holstered pistol
He hugs the pouch that contains the day's receipts close to his body