the phone call early 70's

a rare
coin appears in your hand.

you hold it up
to the light.

read the letters,
the date.

what road has it traveled
to get
here
tonight.

now lying in your hand.
poised

to go into the slot.
you shuffle your feet

in the cold
damp
glass box along the highway.

the thunder of trucks
rolling by as you stare at

the paper smudged
with the number.
is it worth it

to hear her voice one last
time.

down it goes. we'll see.