Phone Box Rendezvous
She stands, shivering in a red steel and glass phone box,
In the hopes of talking to her lover,
To brighten his everlasting day.
It’s a spiritual connection,
So close and yet so far.
There is no static on the line.
There are only a couple of hearts
Making a phone box rendezvous.
She tells him she is crazy for him,
And he smiles.
He tells her he can’t wait
Until they are together again,
And the flutterbies go wild.
Just like in the beginning;
Just like the first smile.
Their feelings are still on fire.
They say their “goodbyes” and “I love you’s,”
And sadly hang up the phone;
Until the next lonely night,
And another phone box rendezvous.
Orignally written October 9, 1986
My wife and I lived in Scotland the first year we were married. I was stationed on the USS Hunley (AS-31), a submarine tender anchored in Dunoon (Holy Loch) Scotland about two miles from our apartment. I was on duty about every third or fourth night, sometimes more frequently, so the only way to talk those nights I had to stay on the ship was through the red phone box. This was pre-cell phone, pre-email, pre-interent, etc.
