Skip Friel

Six Degrees

Skip Friel


You were on the freeway

The sun was in my blinds

You drove across the bay

I opened up my eyes

You called from the beltway

I was on with tech support

You tried again from Edison

My battery ran short


Your laptop ran hot

You called to make it right

Routed to a guy

In New Delhi working nights

He said clean the drive

Turn it off and turn it on

Looking in your outlook

All your friends were gone


The world’s gotten small

We’re connected to it all

That six degrees of separation

Is just evaporating


You tried email

The routing failed

A message came back

Undelivered mail

You dialed up a friend

To see how he had been

A recorded voice said

Hi from Kevin


Oh, lets make some plans

Yeah, we’ll get some face time in


The invited friends

Were up for the night

They were cyber meeting

On the network site

Looking like our social life

Was hanging on a string

Finally face to face when

The phone began to ring


Everybody is jumping in

Love has come back in again