Mark Eyre

Rookie (01/03/1986 / Pontefract, UK)

Elevator Blues - Poem by Mark Eyre

I press my designated number
Up it lit, we roll like thunder
Strangest feeling down below
Moving slow, moving slow
Moving up and down with no clues
You guessed it babe
I got the elevator blues

A shrinking room around my head
A prison cell, a metal shed
People come and then they go
Miss the door, upset the flow
I'd take the stairs but I think I'd lose
You guessed it babe
I got the elevator blues

Larry takes the same the way I go
I pushed in '3' then closed the door
We smile but we dont talk anymore
Just nod our heads and watch the floor
When I die this isn't the place that I'd choose
You guessed it babe
I got the elevator blues

Destination reached; thirteenth floor
Please stand back from the sliding door
Larry heads off into the day
I listen to the faint saxaphones play
I got it right on down to my shoes
You guessed it babe
It's the elevator blues
I got the elevator blues
I got the elevator blues
Elevator blues

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  • Michael Fischer (10/2/2008 5:39:00 PM)

    This reminds me of some of Langston Hughes material in how musical it is...I really enjoyed it...top marks!
    -Michael
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 2, 2008



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