The Phone Booth Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

I stood waiting for the bus
While two young boys
Around the age of nine
Came walking by
Standing in amazement
They both stopped
Staring at an old Phone Booth

"What the hell is that? ", said one
That said his friend... proudly
Is a Phone Booth!
And what is a phone booth?
Well my dad told me
When he was a kid
There use to be one or more
On every street corner in the city
"But why? " came the quick reply

...silence...
I watched as they stood there
Staring at each other blankly
For a few moments
Walking around the booth
But totally unable to understand
The reasoning behind the structure
But nonetheless
Finding it both amazing and interesting

What do you have in school today?
Said one of the children to the other
"Show and tell", came the quick reply
And what are you bringing?
Reaching inside his coat
His friend pulled out his I Phone
And took a picture of the Phone Booth
And with a big smile on his face
His friend replied
I'm bringing a Phone Booth!