First Call of the Night

"Have you ever answered a banana?" The caller asked.
"No.  I don't ever recall answering a banana." I said nonchalantly.
"Well, I have." she laughed. "Have you ever
seen a banana alone?  It makes me laugh
to see a lone banana."
I saw a lone banana, like a single sardine, a last grape.
"You're right.  Yes... they're usually in bunches." I agreed.
Her animated picture painted brightly through the phone,
"I was at this gas station store once and next to the register
was a lone 59 cent banana.  I noticed this guy next to me.
So... I picked up the banana and said, 'Hello? Hello?
Ah.. oh, yes, he's right here.' and I held out
the banana to the guy.  'It's for you,' I said."
"Really?" I started giggling - my funny bone activated.
"and... now" she continued, "you're supposed to ask me what he said."
"Oh right, okay, what did he say?" I really wondered.
"He said 'tell whoever it is I'm busy.'"
 Unstoppable laughter peeled out of me, "That is so funny!
I think I would have said that too. That reminds me
of a Saturday Night Live routine."
"Really? You think so?" she asked, hope in her voice.
"I always wanted to be a comedian.  But mom
said I was no good."
"Well, a friend told me once that no one makes money at writing poetry,
but I keep writing because... I love it more than anything."
"I like talking to you." the caller smiled through the phone. "What's your name?"
"Annabelle." I answered.
"Hi Annabelle.  I promise not to drive you bananas."
I laughed.  "No worries.  I'm banana proof."