Waiting So Long

Here I am on the phone Wincing and flinching Put forever on hold Listening to old music That’s oh so loud Feeling like an elevator About to explode Banging piano, is Liberace back? I think my head is about to crack Waiting, returning and waiting again My stares zooming out into oblivion My head is spinning, my shoulders hurt But I can’t hang up, I’m so inert I fear I’ll be rude and spitefully curt Here I am on the phone.