Ramblings in a phone booth
I'm trying to remember
When last was I stuck
In a phone booth on pavement
Without card or a buck.
‘Twas in Chicago Illinois
When trying to phone home,
(ET comes to mind)
That reminds me of Rome -
Frantic calls to the bank
To send me more money,
Pickpockets had cleaned mine
Now that wasn't funny.
And the film, ah yes
Colin Farrell; never saw it,
Preferring the red phone booths
In a typical English village.
Inspector Morse and Miss Marple
More my cup of tea.
Is that the time already?
Enough ramblings from me!
poem by Harriet James
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