When I sit down to day dream in the wishing well of life,

it calls

“Madeleine McCann: German prisoner identified as suspect”

When I write on my laptop,

it calls

“Premier League: Clubs to meet to discuss premature finish options”

When I lift a cup to my lips,

it calls

“Rather cloudy with showers for most, but some bright or sunny spells too. Cool and breezy”

When I muse at clouds crawling over the roof tops,

it calls

“Tracing the story of Ella Fitzgerald’s life, this documentary film explores how her music became a soundtrack for a tumultuous century”

When I listen to the radio,

it calls

“Re: session tomorrow? What time? I'm up and ready for 9.30am how about you? Yes 9:30 OK”

“Would Buli and yourself be kind and share some more of your art work for the gallery.  It is being updated monthly?” OK I shall let Buli know and have a look for myself.”

“I don´t mean to bombard you, but having written the John Ellis piece and put it into hold until you are ready, I immediately wrote the attached about Kirsty Almeida.”

“I hope you are well and there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel in Manchester? How are you getting on with Linley Hamilton's album, For the Record? Have you had much chance to play it on air?”

As I slouch on my sofa, contemplating my £100.00 bill, broke, dry mouthed, drowsy, anxious, fearful of my thumbs tapping the screen, and the call of the mobiles’ song,

it calls

“Thanks so much Steve! Amazing to have these. Really appreciate! D-M x”

It calls in the morning,

it calls in the afternoon,

it calls in the evening,

and it’s calling now…..

and for ever.

 

 

 

© Steve Bewick,

Jazz Broadcaster

June 2020.