The Special on at Ogilvy's

On my way out of Ogilvy's, I got caught in the revolving door
And never left.
I still forever see my reflection in the glass
Going the opposite way.
It stays eight as I grow strangely old.
Again and again and again we spin
Between the warm interior full of jewels
And the frosty, jostling street that goes one way.

-- Stephen K. Roney