ODE TO OTIS

I go into the Miami courthouse

excited to do my thing.

Yet when I step onto the escalator

it’s not what I’d be expecting.

I see those yellow pieces of plastic

Jeez, I now know what to expect.

Those stairs are supposed to be moving

but the machinery is always wrecked.

Now an escalator is hardly unique

nor is it modern high tech.

Because they’re located all over the place

yet in this courthouse, such pieces of drek.

They’re as common as a can be

located all over the place,

But when it’s attached to “Gerstein”

it just screws up my morning pace

I see the guys in the olive jumpsuits

and question why they’re here during the week

Since you’d think in an important civic building

nights and weekends would be a much better seek.

I’ve noticed that pungent smell of lubricant

ever since the days of Camacho Adrienne.

Isn’t it natural to feverishly scream out,

“When will it ever end?”

Since I only know the law

and I don’t mean to be off tick,

It’s just it’s taken too many years

To get those damn machines fixed.

So if you’re last name is Redding or Rush,

I totally love what you do.

But if you dust down and oil up those metal steps

After so much time maybe it should be adieu to you?

The escalators are not my only qualm

Other things affect my biz

I don’t appreciate those yellow-taped off restrooms

When I gotta really a take a wiz