What is it about trains and railway stations that makes us think about life? Why do they so often bring out the spirit of the blues in people? Tom Waits wrote a number of great songs about the train yard, about where a person comes from and where they're going -- thinking about some of the same things here in Schenectady on a blustery, bluesy day. Photos and commentary at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Rail divide
Griddy girl,
lost along the wide divide,
I can't measure how many
passes of this pen between me
and your hummy clutches,
cluttering down the rail,
lost before you're ever quite
out of sight.
We'd whisper to each other
far beneath the smoky sky
that no one would miss us,
plump a cattail underneath
our heads and go to sleep,
a whistle
faintly distant.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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