Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near.
California coastline.
The beautiful and powerful Pacific.
Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The good days are not forgotten.
I was passing time. Waiting for no-one in a dark Monterey tavern in 1992.
Sipping the Black Velvet whiskey. Listening to Hank William Jr. sing.
“Why do we drink? Why do we get high? Because it is family tradition.”
Pretty Kentucky girl lost in California asked for the free seat.
I told her. Please sit and tell me a story.
She smiled. Asked what was I drinking?
I told her some Black Velvet today. Trying to bring back something lost
and can’t be found.
Her smile disappeared and she told me.
“Something shouldn’t be found again. Few second chances turn to gold.
Hope bury in shit can be rebirth.”
I told her I like her.
Allow me to buy you a drink.
She smiled and requested a double of Jack Daniels and she promised me a story.
I bought the drink and many more.
Her story was similar to many young girls who came to California.
Wanted everything. Had a baby and now had nothing.
I told her.
“All of us fall into a bucket of cow manure. We hope we get out.
Get clean-up and still have some pride in tact.”
She smiled and asked what did I drive.
I told her. “My old Dodge truck.”
She requested a ride down highway one to Big Surf.
To sit on the beach and to watch the sea.
I drove down highway one south.
I had a closed bottle of whiskey.
My arm around a pretty Kentucky girl.
I didn’t need the Black Velvet tonight.
Had some Johnnie Cash on the radio.
I was learning.
Many types of paradises.
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near allow
hope and possibility to come alive.
. Coyote
June 2013
Always about a woman, John? 🙂 I’ll be waiting for you to write a short story.
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Woman make the world go around. Mothers teach us kindness and love. If a man is lucky. Another woman will finish his education with the gift of love and hope. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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The mountain man’s trinity ?
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It is a good Trinity. Nothing better than a warm night, a pretty girl next to you and a long drive to a good place. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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So true. And so painfully real. I absolutely love how you write and how you express yourself. Words hit every corner of my mind with such pleasing impact.
Drinking is a family tradition. This sounded so foreign to me.
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Sometime drinking is a norm. I saw drinking as a child. I thought all men support to drink. I used a old memory in the poem. I believe the simple times are the best. Thank you for the comment.
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Somehow i re-read my comment and your response and my comment suddenly started sounding in a negative tone. Im sorry if thats the feeling you got. Wasnt intentional.
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Can’t hurt a old Soldiers feelings. I don’t drink now. Kids don’t drink. I believe we set the tone for our kids. I was offended. Old days. Men drank and worked hard. Different world. Wasn’t no easier than today. I like your comments. Give me reasons to keep writing and reading.
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