Texas bars and Texas woman.
Texas State Capitol at night in Austin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Texas bars and Texas woman
(A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.)
The Doctor told me.
“You are damn healthy.
You must take care of your self.”
I smile.
I’m thinking about those Long Island ice teas down at the shot bar
that would be enjoying in downtown Austin tonight.
I buried my third brother in a lonely grave in 1990.
They didn’t do a lot of good living.
They were like babies dying before learning how to live.
Hank William Jr. is singing in the background,
“Why do we drink. Why do we smoke”.
I drink to miss friends.
I drink to beautiful women.
I drink for my brother’s.
I smile at pretty, young Austin’s girls.
Tall, long legs, and filled with the spirit to celebrate life.
My good luck of being station in Texas.
Nothing better than the Texas two-step.
Bringing the young woman close..
Moving across an open dance floor.
Young tempting bodies holding on.
Texas women are my favorite now.
They tell you straight up.
If you’re to be lucky or not.
Long, tall, and enjoy the booze just like me.
Texas’s woman.
Paradise of the settling sun.
I wonder how I lived so long?
I have walked the edge for many years.
I have been told,
the good die young,
So I still got a good sixty years left to go.
I can’t complain lately.
A lot of good women want to be touched, rode and give you
a hell of a ride.
What a new world.
I barely know their name.
They hold me like Jesus,
Telling me how wonderful I am.
Fucking and drinking.
Living and dying.
Life is a strange game.
I don’t give a damn about much lately,
maybe I will get a book published.
Or just keep roaming down highway 35.
My last brother died in 1990.
While I was 33 years old.
Drinking and fucking.
I’m healthy as a new-born baby.
My mind is screwed up.
But it is alright.
I know that I’m going to die someday.
Death had whispered in my ear.
“Enjoy your bloody life.
Because nothing but a dead-end road a-coming”.
Coyote
Written in 1993
Rewrote in 2010
Hmmmm, as a Texas girl I remember times when we gave soldiers nothing but grief. Sitting on the bleachers watching them march flashing leg and maybe a little of something else now and then. They sweated in the hot sun as we basked in our youth and glory.
To be young.
Wonderful poetry.
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I love my time in Texas. I was station there for 5 years at Fort Hood. Always something to do and I had no negative words from anyone. It was good to enjoy life traveling down highway 35. Thank you for the comment.
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Your drive to make sense of this often cruel worl is truly noble. Always be reasonable with yourself as to what you an and cannot control … or could and couldn’t control.
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Thank you for the comment. Sometime we can control little. Better to enjoy life than cry.
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Great poem. Thought provoking and cause for reflection.
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Good to look back. Young Soldiers did enjoy the free times in the great cities like Austin, Texas. Thank you for reading.
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there is only one guarantee in life, death. So love and live. Great poem 🙂
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I like my old poetry. No fear of anything. Good to be young and not afraid. Thank you for the comment.
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