potential spam / and a little traveling music

introducing potential spam, my annoying midnight caller.

we’ve never talked. we've never embraced,

we've never shared conversations over coffee

at Carmela's Diner where sandlotters feast

on fried clam sandwiches before choosing-up.

I don't answer potential spam's calls and

I mute my iPhone ringtone, which if I may say,

is one of the best within the tri-town area.

better than Bach's lilting harpsichord and

as near to perfection as Marilyn's throaty

"happy birthday mr. president" and I don’t leave

return messages for potential spam to jerk-off to.

it doesn't announce its sex on the screen's prompt, but

I’ve never known a woman who went by the name

"potential spam". –– well, maybe once at the

"Highway Casino" on route six east where the trio

plays it heavy on the downbeat and strippers

perform on stage and on occasion just for me.