Nashville was a
narrow road
between cedars.
A stop and go.
A bluegrass jive.
The county twang
of a slide guitar.
A truck stop coffee.
The city boys
inhabiting, conquering,
embarrassing.
A big sore thumb.
The radio
gospel sermon.
Torches throughout
the Smokeys.
Blood crosses
on doors.
A grid plan
shared by a river.
The southern drawl
of menthol
in my nostrils.
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