A Poem appropriating the Billy Collins genre/ Riff on Train Dreams

   Okay, I don't embarrass easily but this blog may come back to haunt me. I'm no expert on the poet Billy Collins but like his poem Catholicism. 

    I called the Paul Finebaum show last year or maybe two years ago and read the last sentence of the novella Train Dreams. James Wood likes the book and I do too.

    The last sentence is a long one. If you read it may add merit to my poem

    A Riff on Train Dreams

    Late Night windows rattlin

    Time and the Bama rails

   You pick a title


    The Track was Laid in 1867
     Behind my grandmother's house in Alabama

   And now the chattering gravel
   the quaking rail and ties
   the house shaking panes

   Train Dreams wake me.

    After passing,
    The Reverberations echoing
    Between Lookout and
   the outcropping of Sand

   In that dark quiet I can hear
    Keener and Attalla

    And sometime
    On down past Tuscaloosa
   And the Paul Finebaum Show

   All the way to the Mississippi Line