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Honey, what time do you think you’ll be in?

I want to get to you before the gossip does.

Don’t worry -  I love you.

                                …                                           

Ruth, I’m going to be delayed.

I have to stay late – extra work.

I’m really sorry.

                OK, Honey. I’ll see you when I see you.

                Keep it warm.

Ellen, I’ve called Ruth.

Meet me at the pier in Camden.

Put a beer on ice.

                                …

Call the court and tell them

I won’t be able to make it on Monday.

Don’t forget! Or there’ll be hell to pay.

                No, no, I promise.

                Will you be gone for another week?

                                …

Cardinal to Bluebird.

Cardinal to Bluebird.

                Bluebird to Cardinal.

Make it ten thousand on Looney Tunes.

                Looney Tunes?

Yes. Looney Tunes.

                Looney Tunes?

Christ!  Haven’t you got the code straight yet!

                               …

Darlink, bring me a six pack of Sweppes dry.

I feel like a cold gin.

And a box of those adorable little crackers, the spicy ones.

                It’s midnight!

I want a drink, darlink, and I want it now!

                                …

Put it in that plastic bag, the Johnny Walker one.

It’s good 'n heavy, nobody’ll know.

I’ll meet you at the dock.

                Aw, jeez, Sue.

Every penny!

                Aw, jeez, Sue, the guys 're goin’  out.

You c’n have five pound. I’ll give it you at the dock.

                Aw, jeez, Sue.

The boys c’n stay wi’ Mum.

The baby’s growin’ real pretty.

I’ll bring  ‘er down to meet 'er new daddy.

You c’n show 'er off, like. She’s got yer eyes.

I’ve booked a room at the Little Inn.

Bye.  See you, Hon. I c’n hardly wait.

                Aw, jeez, Sue.

                                …

Hello …  hello … HELLO! Janet?

                Jack! JACK?

                I’m so glad you’ve called.

                Shelley has the measles.

                Your mum will be here for dinner on Sunday.

                Oh, Lord, I hope she’s had the measles.

                Oh, God, wait a minute –

                James is in the middle of the street!

                (…car horn…shoutingrunning feet)

                Two is a terrible age!

                Oh, Jack, (a strangled sob)

                When are you coming home?

                The car broke down.

                When are you coming in?

                I’m almost out of money!

                (a very long silence)

Janet -Lovey -  soon – soon -

For God’s sake – I can’t swim, can I?

Keep your chin up –

 Soon - Sweetheart– soon.

                                …

Hey, Dude!

                Dad!

How’s everything?

                Oh, pretty good.

                Mum and Mark are getting married this weekend.

                Can I come with you? I could help on the boat.

                You could come into Thomaston to pick me up - easy.

                Please, Dad.

Hey, Dude, I can’t - not this weekend.

Make it a date two weeks from Friday. OK?

We’ll take the boat out for a spin then. OK?

                OK, Dad. I love you.

I love you too, Dude. Bring your rain gear.

(aside, before the connection is cut)

He’s a nice kid.

              

 

 

 

 

               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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winston plowes

Tue 8th May 2012 13:54

I like this. The combination of words is interesting and for me that’s enough. Whether its ‘poetic’ or not. All sorts of sub plots and questions asked. Win

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Ray Miller

Mon 30th Apr 2012 20:55

Sounds like you've been twiddling with the radio dial. It's interesting, intriguing and so's the title. Is it poetic? I'm surprised no-one asked the same question of my Facebook poem.My answer would have been the same as with this - it has its moments!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 29th Apr 2012 17:16

Thank you, Greg. And special thanks to Ray for his recent post using different 'voices'. This poem was written many years ago, and was just sitting in a notebook. I couldn't bring myself to pitch it.

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Greg Freeman

Sun 29th Apr 2012 11:36

There's a wealth of stories within this, Cynthia; overheard snippets that make you want to know more. And there is a rhythm and pizzazz about it all that I like very much. Wrong era, I suppose, but it makes me think of Damon Runyon, Guys and Dolls.

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