Anthony Dawson - Phone Booth

Anthony Dawson - Phone Booth

A woman stands illuminated by a single light, br br shivers in a capsule as the cold night bites her ankles, br br speaks to a loved one from miles beyond. br br Phone book ripped, used for memo; br br Scratched graffiti monuments to ego; br br and the different coloured handset twelfth one in a year. br br The red light of warning, her hurried good-byes and assurances br br of future correspondence tell me my wait is over. br br My ankles freeze; huddled and highlighted in a street of darkness, br br breath as thick as smoke from a cigarette. br br I tell the familiar voice the red light is flashing. br br My goodbye is cut short.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:52