In The Key Of F - Poem by Joseph Wilford
“Car horns honk in the key of F.”
I laughed, but I believed him.
I have a good ear.
Tom’s ear was even better.
He could identify the sound of each number
on a touch-tone phone.
When I moved to the city
I called him.
“Guess my new phone number, ” I said, and punched in the numbers.
He identified all but 2 digits
then corrected himself.
I have a good ear. That always amazed me.
Tom’s not around anymore.
At age 31, he was killed by a train.
I don't know whether he heard the train's whistle or not
though it wouldn't have mattered.
He lay in a diabetic coma upon the tracks.
I often wonder what key train whistles blow in.
I lie awake at night and wish Tom was here so we could discuss that.
I will test his theory
in a car with my guitar.
An F chord.
Honk the horn, Tom.
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