My pal Donald Trump is the world’s busiest man — but he still can find some time for a chat

The biggest name in politics

Feeling a bit poorly, I went to sleep early. In the darkness a hand wakes me. Cranky, I say, “What are you doing?” The hand’s owner says, “It’s the phone,” Me: “So what?” The hand’s owner says: “But . . . it’s the president.” Me, in my limited fog: “From where? A department store? A plumber’s office?” No, she says and never forget this is the housekeeper who told His Eminence Cardinal Dolan — “Who? You’re who? Spell your name!”

This time, calm, patiently waiting on the phone — President Trump. I told him my friend, Australia’s Anthony Pratt, whose face and ads are always in the NY Times advertising his turning trash into the world’s boxes, was flying me in and out — for a quick one-day Florida hug.

Understated Donald: “I look forward to seeing you — but, understand, I’ve been a little busy.”

Forget the rest of the call.

In other political news is Democrat Jim McGreevey — once New Jersey governor whose giant police dogs’ teeth were longer than Rock Center’s Christmas tree — running for mayor of Jersey City. His campaign promise is “to remake that town into the state’s topnotch medical center. To give us the very best in medical care. I want it to be like NYU and Langone. I want it to have special surgeons, be an auxiliary hospital site, a topnotch medical facility for all our working families.”

Great idea. I’m just remembering that last I was in Jersey City and came out after dinner all my car’s hubcaps were gone.

There’s also more types like Crapdammy inching into politics. Polymarket’s young CEO Shayne Coplan once had troubles with the FBI. He got raided. Now looking to rebrand. Or expand. Investing big in his own image. Just did a CBS-TV interview. The camera so close he could sneeze on it. If he phones, it’s called Legacy Media. Whoever, whatever, whichever they are, they’re the new nobodies looking to be somebodies.

New movie’s pretty Boss

Bruce Springsteen thinks his new flick “Deliver Me From Nowhere” is the greatest thing since pasta. “It’s drama. It’s music from when I was in my 30s.” What’s so great about it? “Sounds like when people on the phone always wake me and ask, ‘Oh, did I just wake you up?’ I tell them, ‘No. I always sound like this.’ ” OK — but that’s a reason to buy a movie ticket?

It’s awards time

Soon comes Critics Choice 8th Annual Celebration of Black Cinema and Television. Spike Lee gets a Lifetime statuette. It’s next month. Also, Critics Choice Documentary Awards at Edison Ballroom. Nominees: John and Yoko, Stiller and Meara, Pee-Wee Herman, Martin Scorsese. Me, not.

Urban landscape 

Keith Urban is doing his thing at Mar-a-lago. I’m thrilled. You’re thrilled. He’s thrilled. His agent’s thrilled. The event he’s booked for is thrilled. Nicole Kidman — gorgeous, talented, famous, beautiful, gracious, friendly — not so thrilled. So I am just saying. Also I am kvetching. When and if Nicole again gets thrilled then possibly my thrill level will rise.

My neighbor used to say “I’m going to retire at 50. Well, things are changing. Especially in this city. My new retirement age is 87.”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.