Harriet James


Ramblings In A Phone Booth - Poem by Harriet James

I'm trying to remember
When last was I stuck
In a phone booth on pavement
Without card or a buck.

‘Twas in Chicago Illinois
When trying to phone home,
(ET comes to mind)
That reminds me of Rome -

Frantic calls to the bank
To send me more money,
Pickpockets had cleaned mine
Now that wasn't funny.

And the film, ah yes
Colin Farrell; never saw it,
Preferring the red phone booths
In a typical English village.

Inspector Morse and Miss Marple
More my cup of tea.
Is that the time already?
Enough ramblings from me!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

For Frank - something that rhymes with 'forsooth' (my new word) : 0))

Comments about Ramblings In A Phone Booth by Harriet James

  • Captain Cur (8/17/2012 5:59:00 PM)


    Funny write. Loved it. Are there still phone booths?
    What will become of Supeman?
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012



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