No Access

A different cast
of characters, the chain
of cause and effect drapes
across the same

forbidden entrance. She burns
through them too intensely
on an old diesel train
passing through towns

named after men
she knew for a night
or two on the way
to more. She never got off

the rails long enough
to recognize how she was using
up this allotment
just as she used up

all her drink tickets
half a lifetime
too soon. Now she never gets off
at all. Better to listen

to that rhythmic chug and roll
from inside this coach class car.

6 thoughts on “No Access

  1. I’m sitting here listening to Huddie “Leadbelly” Ledbetter and it couldn’t be more fitting as I read “No Access.” It may be the music accompaniment, but it has a very bluesy aura to it. I am totally digging your work.

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  2. I love these lines:

    named after men
    she knew for a night
    or two on the way
    to more. She never got off

    the rails long enough
    to recognize how she was using
    up this allotment

    Like

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