The Joker
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