Cracked Call

On the roof hatch high above the lane Counting cars through the

heat and haze

Cracked phone screen

in a dusty hand (waiting)

Selling bottles to the passing crowd No ringtone,

but the street is loud

(nothing yet)

Will you call? (No call

will come) Through the dust and the heat of the sun (No

call

will come) Yeah we wait on the ledge of the sky

Traffic crawls

on the road below Every face has a place to go

But the glass is broken on the line

(staring down)

Will you call? (No call will come) Through the dust