Elevator Boy

I got a job now
Runnin’ an elevator
In the Dennison Hotel in Jersey.
Job ain’t no good though.
No money around.
   Jobs are just chances
   Like everything else.
   Maybe a little luck now,
   Maybe not.
   Maybe a good job sometimes:
   Step out o’ the barrel, boy.
Two new suits an’
A woman to sleep with.
   Maybe no luck for a long time.
   Only the elevators
   Goin’ up an’ down,
   Up an’ down,
   Or somebody else’s shoes
   To shine,
   Or greasy pots in a dirty kitchen.
I been runnin’ this
Elevator too long.
Guess I’ll quit now.