Ramblings In A Phone Booth Poem by Harriet James

I'm trying to remember
When last was I stuck
In a phone booth on pavement
Without card or a buck.

‘Twas in Chicago Illinois
When trying to phone home,
(ET comes to mind)
That reminds me of Rome -

Frantic calls to the bank
To send me more money,
Pickpockets had cleaned mine
Now that wasn't funny.

And the film, ah yes
Colin Farrell; never saw it,
Preferring the red phone booths
In a typical English village.

Inspector Morse and Miss Marple
More my cup of tea.
Is that the time already?
Enough ramblings from me!