Read Poem: tennessee crossroads, by Alejandro Lalinde

crossing the tracks
among blue limecitylights and their skinny
cracked brick buildings still testing
time. I
noticed the railroad steam
doesn’t blow anymore, or their anvil
hammers shutter
less with their past echoes, but
with Sassy Ann’s at the
I know Miss Sara will belt out her voice above
the late train’s blowhorn anyday. And

I still am mesmerized past the Tennessee line.

So, we
to ease our minds – a while, and let
Labron scream & fly
shaving his callused fingertips
along those thin-metal strands of
silver sheath,

to let us waltz on our bare
bended knees —
to end up on our hands:
who cares
for I want to sleep
on these drunken blue streets.


Author: poetryfest

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