Oh, for a breath mint
Getting into the lift Jack Oneal felt dazed
Only moments ago expecting to be yelled at in Sgt. Cooper's
Office, he had instead received a commendation and now raced
Down the bowels of police department headquarters. A trooper
Coughed and covered his mouth. Jack clutched the file folder.
Onion breath from a recent sandwich lunch
Produced an unpleasant olfactory moment. Bolder
Breath than a smoggy inner city, thought Oneal. On a hunch
All his days of waiting for a lead had paid off.
Doors of the lift relieved the occupants
Contained in it from the stale cough,
Opening with mercy to the ground floor. Plants
Placed symmetrically about the lobby
Seemed to wilt slightly at the introduction of foul-mouthed bobby.
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