8). Call on the Radio

I was standing in my room
Looking out my window
Two hours on by
I hear a call on the radio
My telephone without
A friendly voice and face saying
How's it going
When will you get there

Get to be
On the radio
One year, two years, three years at the most
Everyone said it was sure to be me
No one thought he would ever go
One more song on the radio.

Me, I had a few years to go
A few more years
With a friend in a room
Hearing a radio
Call out its tunes
No dial-in requests for the local few
Another year and you'll be there, too.

What could be newer
Than a voice in the air
Broadcasting, saying
You'll soon be there
Who would have thought that saying it so
Would leave the same people with no years to go

One more number on the phone
No songs to go
Another year
Another note
One more year and you'll be at home
Two more years and you'll see your dreams
Three more years and you'll be a dream
Who heard the newest songs
When standing on your own.


"Call on the Radio," poem eight of "Lettersongs," unpublished work © 2008,
Lisa Page Weil.  All rights reserved.