It was like playing Contra
Or triggering the small iron ball
through the rolling ball maze.
Flipping through the pages,
At first the residential telephone book,
And then the phone directory–
The big fat book containing numbers and
Addresses and the names.
The address was not known but the area not,
finding the name amongst the namesakes,
following the area name as the breadcrumbs.
In one area it can be one name but multi surnames
Making to feel like in the booth the
Arnold “Terminator” Schwarzenegger from
The rented VHS cassette
Searching his target address.
Pressing the buttons,
the little black keys,
And while the phone rang before the “hello”
Playing with the curly chords–black it was.
You hit a jackpot,
if the call gets to where you desire
Or it was better luck next time
or few more times next.
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