Hello Operator

Where are your upstairs friends? The coffee break girls; Credit card tight, Newly coifed, Numerously heeled And Playing a little material bridge. Where are the elevator girls? Those check booked cynical Fifteen minute friends. The boss kissers; Union mothered now Skipping rope in third grade circles. Are you still upstairs big time, Afraid of that ground floor? Tight backed polished bags. Billing friends; Lonely little time certificates. Where are all your front desk pals; Weekday girl scouts? Locker liquor safe. Ladies room tokers. Sold out till Friday, Crying on the phone till dawn. I saw you through that upstairs window Waving paper children. Tuesdays friend. Sundays weeper. Watched, clocked and counted; Moving to the sound of silver.