Phonebooth

 

 

A tiny glass-walled cell

The phonebooth we knew well

It shut out the cacophony

Offered a bit of privacy

 

The sliding bi-fold door

And concrete for a floor

A quiet place though small

To make a quick phone call

 

Passersby would hardly note

Unheard the words you spoke

They could not overhear

Even when standing near

 

But they have gone away

Replaced by cell phones today

And now we get to hear it all

Every random and silly call

 

For now, nothing can wait

And what I really hate

The ringing in my ears

Of stuff I don’t need to hear

 

 

 

Comments
33 Responses to “Phonebooth”
  1. Lovely! It is so refreshing to know that others feel the same way I do about unnecessary calls on mobiles that we are forced to hear in public. You have written some truths there my friend, with levity and charm.
    All the best, hope you enjoy this weekend!

  2. Kaylen says:

    Or what really gets to me is the age gap….I’ve never even used one of these…I’ve only seen them in my state’s count house. I wish this was still a thing. I would love to have used one.

  3. beth says:

    great poem, an ode to a quieter, more private enterprise. i kind of miss phone booths, sentimental and romantic.

  4. Nima Mohan says:

    I have never used one .. but always wanted to try this. When privacy was the gift, and bridging the very long gaps between those many hearts.. Respect

  5. kristianw84 says:

    My first question when they did away with phone booths was “Now where is Superman going to change?” πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

    • Brad Osborne says:

      You are such a card, Kristian! I wasn’t sure you were old enough to remember these antiques. I think he changed over to using a Starbuck’s bathroom. They seem about as prolific as phonebooths used to be…😁

      • kristianw84 says:

        Ugh! I do not get the obsession with Starbucks. Overpriced, not that great coffee, in my opinion. Except around Christmas, I do like their gingerbread lattes. Yes, I’ve used them before. Phone booths weren’t prevalent here in the country, but I remember using them a time or two when I would visit my brother in the city.

        We did have pay phones though, no booth, they just hung on a wall or the outside of buildings. My friends and I used to use them to prank call boys. 😜 Kids today will also never know the joy of slamming the phone down on someone’s ear. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

      • Brad Osborne says:

        I, too, do not necessarily share the incessant love with their standard coffee, but that do have a number of other beverages that are enjoyable, if also overpriced. Ah, the physical satisfaction on slamming the handset onto the receiver. Oh, those were the days of instant satisfaction and expression. At least for the one hanging up! Thank you, my friend, for reading and commenting! You rock! ❀

      • kristianw84 says:

        ❀❀❀

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    The first thing I noticed was the phone booth. I have never seen one like that it looks more streamlined, even somewhat attractive. This is an enduring poem Brad about times gone by. Very nicely written. People have become rude and disrespectful with their phones. What a lovely story in your poem. Hope you have a blessed weekend Brad. Love and hugs Joni. 🌸🌺😘❀️

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, Jonikins! I am not ready to give up my cell phone just yet, but I am tired of overhearing everyone else’s minutia of life. You have a great weekend too! Love in return! ❀

      • jonicaggiano says:

        Oh I won’t give up mine either. When I am any professional office I cut it on mute. When I am out dining I have it on mute and when we start our evening I leave my cell in the bedroom and at 9:00 PM it is on mute until 6:30 am. I liked you poem as it really gave such a sweet comparison with how private and special a call can be. Well done Brad. We will hang onto our cells ok? Have a blessed weekend my friend. Sending love from NC. Joni 😘🌸🌺❀️

  7. WildHeart says:

    So beautiful… I miss that era!! I was so small during that time. I don’t think I could even dial a number during that time. But it was such a beautiful time.πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

  8. Jim Borden says:

    a wonderful tribute to an icon of the past. I wonder if there are any still in operation…

  9. Alan says:

    Can you imagine how many germs could accumulate on that phone’s mouthpiece? πŸ˜€

  10. petespringerauthor says:

    Phone boothsβ€”now that is a blast from the past. One of my favorite memories from that era was when some payphone stole my dad’s dime (now I’m truly dating myself). He was a stickler for principle, and he wrote the phone company to get his money back. (Noteβ€”The postage cost more than a dime.) The phone company sent him his reimbursement, and I learned to stand up for myself.

    I find it truly bizarre that people hold these cell phone conversations in such public settings.

  11. Hello Brad, I just phoned you my dear friend πŸ™‚
    Beautiful poem. I love how your verses flow. You are a magician when it comes to poetry. Thank you for making our lives more beautiful.
    Have a wonderful evening. I would not call. I will text πŸ™‚

  12. It’s a relic of the past indeed. Mobile phones are susceptible to many unwanted calls.

  13. blindzanygirl says:

    We still have some of those old red ones round us. Mostly in the villages which we pass through on our daily drive. Some villagers have put figures in them, and when there is scarecrow festival going on, they put a scraecrow in them. Also nativity scenes at Christmas. I live in Lincolnshire. Mobiles can be useful but are waaaay too over used.

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