“Max? Max Cube is that you?”
Max looked up from the paper he was reading and spotted the fresh looking face that was seeking his attention.
“I was,” he replied nonchalantly. He folded the paper and put it down on the table. He then took a sip from his coffee cup.
“You got to be,” the fellow stated. “I saw your face on the radio!”

A quick and dirty mix of rob walker’s beautiful poem.