“DIAL TONE”

So fast we have advanced,
that already there are kids
who do not know
and will never know
the lonesome drone
that is the dial tone—
after you’ve picked up
one moment too late;
And the other person,
who really did wish to speak with you,
has been replaced by a 60 Hz AC buzz.
Let that monotone pump my heart,
forever, in the memorized frequency
of so many discouraging afternoons—
Checking to see if the phone worked
or if I was just being forgotten again
like the dial tone, several years later.

narrative poem written on 01-02-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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