I dream of sipping espresso
from a tiny ceramic cup
in a hotel bar high
above the streets
and skyway. And I tower
over a city that dreams
bigger than it looks. They call it
Prohibition—it’s not illegal
for an alcoholic
to recover the view.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Just wanted to say HI. I found your blog a few days ago on Technorati and have been reading it over the past few days.
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Thank youm Amy this piece touched me deeply on alot of levels. FYI the Southgate House in Newport KY is closing forever after a protracted family squable. Tonite is the last night, very sad Tony Bennett to nine inch nails, it will be part of my wife Amy’s and my world for all time. Hope your dreams come true this year.
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Danny: Thank you for your kind comment. I am saddened to hear about Southgate House. I’m glad I got to experience one show there at least–and what a show. Happy New Year to you and Amy! All the best.
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