The Phone
By Gunslinger
I'm sitting here alone tonight- Another motel room. The ticking of my bedside clock, Loud as the crack of doom... The phone justs sits there silent. I long to reach and dial... Regretfully, I put it down... And sit here for awhile. Austin is a lovely town- But it is not my own... I sit here bored and lonely, By the silent telephone. I long to hear your lovely voice, But that would not be fair... To offer what can never be, So I'll just leave it there. I pour a cup of coffee- Look out at old Ben White- And glare in anger at the phone, Which is so quiet tonight... There! I almost did it- But what could I have said? I think that I'll unplug the phone- And then I'll go to bed. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 02:59 PM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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