I heard that telephone ringing
at the one remaining box
down on the street
on Division Street
If one of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whichever one of us goes
to answer that phone
they ain’t coming back
I woke up restless in the night
opened a window for some air
the whole city poured straight in
over siren wail and drunk’s lament
I could hear that ringing sound
Moonlight is at our glass again
the summer heat is rattling the pane
I can’t sleep for the life of me
through the sound of that phone’s coarse plea
If either of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whoever it is to answer that phone
they ain’t coming back
Well now, I haven’t slept
since my birthday week
that ringing has been robbing me of sleep
I think I’ll have to go down
and I may be some time…
[2015]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 