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.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
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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Yes, I will confess that I am deeply influenced by the music (musicians). Thanks!
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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
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Thanks so much for reading my blog.
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some starling (all too real) imagery in this one…
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Is that good? Thanks for reading my blog.
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