"Exit"

This is the first poem I'll post here, of what I hope will be many. Let me know what you think.

"Exit"

The sign lies mid-hallway -
The clock behind and underneath -
Forever trapped in this maze
looking for a knowing face
colors are green and sort of
and off-white looking like
spoiled bread on a planned
picnic afternoon yet it rained
and all sleep dream of buying
the ticket to the concert
where drugs tickle and burn - and when
over all exit single file.