The Phone Box
By Jax Leck
Remnant of a bygone age
your sorry red paint crusting glassless panes
stuck on the road to nowhere.
A sentinel to dead technology.
carcass stripped bare, raison d’etre stolen.
Why are you still here?
Were you forgotten?
Do the computers hold no record of you?
Are you a ‘to do’ on a service card long since archived?
Will you be like Petra?
Thousands of years from now you will be found
by an archaeologist baffled by your function.
Payphone Poems
- Joseph Brodsky, “Postscriptum”
- Jax Leck, “The Phone Box (Poem)”
- Andrei Voznesensky, “Phone Booth”
- Raymond Carver, “The Phone Booth” (Sharing Poetry)
- Brenda Hillman, “Phone Booth” (NewYorker.com)
- Payphone, by Rachel Flint (PoemHunter.com)
- Clive Pope, “Heaven’s Payphone
- Payphone, by Kate Dempsey (HelloPoetry.com)
- Ode to the Payphone, by sunshine925 (TeenInk.com)
- Pay Phone, by spongetoast19 (TeenInk)
- Phone Booth, by cellulardivision (FictionPress.com)