The old man blues…
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
Falling backward… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words. Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become our wealth in old age. Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading