Is She Calling?

Wait with me, calls the telephone. Listen to my dial-tone; I’ll whisper women in your ear, exactly what you wish to hear. I’m waiting , says him, at the telephone. I’m waiting on your dial tone. Waiting for whispers in my ears from women that I wish to hear. ‘Cept there’s bleakness now in the telephone, like spying on an empty room, waiting for a guest to enter ‘cept this is hell and I’m the sinner. The coax cable and live-wire just waiting there like a pilot fire. The telephone has promised me, so when he sings ring, ring; ring, ring, I wish to God that he is she.