
Elevator going up -
people jammed face to face -
third floor -
a joker rides
elbowing me
with his pride.
Up again -
some disemberk,
a joker stares – alone,
in the elevator
locked inside a machine -
perspiration on my face,
legs weak -
don’t faulter – make a connection
bring me to the top -
a joker lurks
no way out.


I dig, Nancy.
-MrJ