Pumping gas, I asked the clerk if he knew the road to town he look around, confused and said Don't you have a phone? In town I stopped a man, Point me to a hotel The man on the street was sure there was one He just couldn't tell me where. Look it up, he said, Don't you have a phone? What's that your writing? The bartender asked of the napkin at my side Just some math I'm adding up, Why?, she said, Don't you have a phone? I asked the woman beside me her name where, perhaps, she was from she sighed, and wearily said, Don't you have a phone?
This poem was inspired by this recent interview with author Michael Kirn. I don’t think we fully appreciate the impact smartphones have had on society. Thankfully we have authors like Kirn to help document these changes. Check out his work with County Highway if you want a good physical newspaper in your life.


Technology made human interaction redundant, sadly.
My father's job doesn't even exist anymore. He was a payphone repairman in NYC.