My last stand will be in New York City..


(Johnnie in 1992)

My last stand will be in New York City.

I want to go to New York City.
Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.
Whispering stories of things to come.
I wonder what he did to remember her in  her death?

My soul has become so dirty.
I feel I would fall into the old city.
Become like her.
Full of secrets and hidden desires.

The woman are colder.
Warmer if they decide to allow you in to see.
Their permanent scars and tarnish view on love.
Leave me wishing  to know all their mysteries and feel their hunger.

They dress in darkness.
I like my woman to wear black.
It make me aroused.

I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories,
I don’t pity them.
I will tell  them my stories.

I would sit in dark bars,
listen to the night people.
Perhaps dance in the twisted dance of passion and lust. .


I will sit on a bench in Grand Central park.
My words would become complete.
I would flow with the city,
I would become the voice of insanity.
Perhaps sanity?

I will find my place,
I will go to New York soon.
To find my  peace of mind.



                     Coyote
                  17 April 1994

Category : poetry