You were about nine or ten
And your father caught you
Coming out of a telephone
Booth a block or so from home.
What were you doing in there?
Your father asked. Looking for
Loose coins, you replied. Coins,
Joins, loins, what you talking
About? You think I came down
In the last shower? Who were
You ringing? Kids shouldn’t be
In phone booths, that’s how
They get in trouble with the law.
Ok, you replied. Your father
Looked at you for a few moments.
Were there any coins there?
No, you said. People in this area
Are too poor to leave coins behind,
Your father said looking at you
With his beady eyes. You nodded
Your head and looked at your shoes.
They were scuffed and unpolished.
If people see kids in phone booths
They get suspicious and tell the cops,
You want the cops on your tail?
Want to get on the wrong side?
Huh? No, you mutter. Right then,
Your father said, we’ll not say
Anymore about it and don’t tell
Your mother, you know how you’ll
Go on about it. I won’t, you said.
Your father looked around him then
Back at you. I’m going to the movies
Saturday, there’s a Jeff Chandler film
On, you want to come? Sure, you said,
I’d like that. He nodded and then went
Off up the sidewalk either to work or
Uptown to some w***e and life would
Go on pretty much as it had done before.
KIDS IN PHONE BOOTHS.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY IS CAUGHT PLAYING AROUND IN A PHONE BOOTH BY HIS FATHER.© 2011 Terry Collett |
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Added on April 7, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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