Hell Arose Poem by Ima Ryma

My work day is finally done.
I sit in a cafe to wait
My train, toasting the setting sun.
A martini to celebrate
The closing of a money deal
That will give some poor suckers loss.
The devil approaches - for real!
And upon my table does toss
A red rose and then disappears,
Some loony jokester on the roam.
I take the rose as the time nears
To catch my train for the trip home.

The devil's rose did tell the tale.
I rode the train into derail.