T Bird

So i phoned an old friend just to hear his voice and keep him up to date on a few recent events
since the second grade nothing has changed
just locations and the trials of life
he is a bigger prick than i am really
always was
its not me trying to make myself sound at all better its just
he would say the same, most people would agree depending which stories were being told
who the storyteller was
and what we were drinking
months have passed without a word
when the pints get warm and flat we hear from eachother
a quick rehash of things that have transpired as if it where the same conversation exactly where it was left on a phone battery dying
missing a train
the worst of bad news coming earlier than expected
i dont’ ask his advice since it will only be one of my old metaphors stolen from tucked away notebooks that he has stored away when i wished to burn them
or a very fitting movie quote
its given to me anyway just from the tone of voice im using plus my accent is floating in then away from the words mixed with the blurring mass transit
a screeching mimic comes through the mobile phone scaring the strap hangers
“This is the really real world, and there aint’no coming back
abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…
im going to work ,get some sleep you sound like death warmed over”
phone goes blank
with the faces of the commuters and tourists


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