![]() cold cold telephoneA Poem by m.s.earlyCold telephone feels like stone and I don't believe the reception is all it use to be It don't seem like the same voice that uncoiled from her tongue Slicker than a preacher's whistle And it don't seem like the same ears That picked my key to tune to I seem to be thinkin' Like I did when I was drinkin' And admittedly I'm getting a little concerned 'Cause what use to make me feel Like I was wooing her made me feel like I was worthy And now the lack of response Makes me feel like I'm only getting old Every day Has a way of reminding me the last is on the rise But I ain't comin' easy No... I'll be kicking like a bass pedal In the leather back seat of a '57 Chevy
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8 Reviews Added on June 17, 2015 Last Updated on June 17, 2015 Author![]() m.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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