I heard that telephone ringing
at the one remaining box down on the street
down on Division Street

If one of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whichever one of us goes to
answer that phone
they ain’t coming back

I woke up restless in the night
opened a window for some air
the whole city poured straight in
over siren wail and drunk's lament
I could hear that ringing sound

Moonlight is at our glass again
the summer heat is rattling the pane
I can’t sleep for the life of me
but I can hear that phone’s coarse plea

If either of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whoever it is to answer that phone
they ain’t coming back

Well now, I haven’t slept
since my birthday week
that ringing has been robbing me
I think I have to go down

And I may be some time…

(February 2015)