Telephone Booth

The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast To the love posted in units of time…get me a coin fast! At the corner of Cosmos and Maxwell two minds meet The hour midnight to your noon, ‘see you soon’…we greet Hello…and we both smile, in spite of the thousand miles Between us is an unbreakable cord…glad to have dialed Driving past there…it’s now a newspaper stand The line long cut, but you’re still holding onto my hand Something other than my aching heart making headlines Your travels have brought you back home to the phone The change kept us in touch, nothing much has changed, but It’s a lot cheaper, easier to say I love before the funds run out I had our names stenciled above the receiver to remember us both You’re first in my phonebook…as you were to the telephone booth