The Telephone Book

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

Oh, Marvin Towers
Jermiah Jones, as well as
Tammy Braumstead
Sammy, Jimmy, and of course,
Marvin all of the Grant family -
How I love to look at your names
Each one a story, each one a song
Tell me, o' 555-1734
Does it hurt when someone calls?
Do you scramble over bookcases
and cats, and husbands and spouses
long?
Tell me a tale, personal line, kid's line
Fax line, and computer modem line
Close off an ear or eye
Tender caress when a lover calls
Oh, phone call holder of promises
Yellow pages blush.

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