Well-founded fear of the freight elevator
That once had inexplicably gone rogue
That once had inexplicably gone rogue
Boomeranging up and down between
The ground floor and the twelfth floor
Without any cause that the agonized
Janitor could hope to understand until
The ground floor and the twelfth floor
Without any cause that the agonized
Janitor could hope to understand until
Again inexplicably it suddenly stopped.
But for how long would it be stopped?.
But for how long would it be stopped?.
Thanked be fortune, the front elevator
Was ever predictable in the hands
Of four septuagenarian elevator men:
Pete, Egnar, Joe, and a night shift man
Whose proper name I didn’t know;
I just thought of him as Also Joe.
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
