phone call

 

 

Phone Call

We were waiting with New York for the ball
to drop and rise with a new year.
You called about Cher and a special and we sat
in different towns watching her sing,
watching her stay younger than we all were
And you said, this song coming up, listen,
and, damn, she's still got it
I said, what is your favorite song?
And you said, it doesn't matter,
I like how tough she is, a hard a*s,
she never gives up
And I could hear you breathing, heavy,
with heart disease, and your breathing
when you exhaled a cigarette, a soft blow,
so that I could feel you on the phone,
your voice low and gruff, your admiration
turning from her to me, back and forth,
through the New Year's special,
where we held hands through the phone.

 

Reviews

[smzang]

Awesome, You set the tone so deftly.
" a soft blow,
so that I could feel you on the phone,
your voice low and gruff, your admiration
turning from her to me, back and forth,
through the New Year's special,
where we held hands through the phone."

the contrast of 'low and gruff' and the soft blow
reflects the ups and downs of life...holding hands on the phone
reveals a closeness that puts a lump in the throat.

Brava!!

[Emily B]

I love the love you don't say. . . such a wide picture you paint here.

[Ed Hart]

you are rich in the language of experience...your memory is the playfield of your genius...and your pallet and your canvas are more ready on the draw than the Lone Ranger...

[James Paulin]

I love what is between the lines. There is so much understood about this relationship by this brief conversation. I feel admiration, regrets, familiarity, love, security, acceptance and more. Thank you for giving me permission to interpret your sketch into a finished painting.