A California free man, once…

A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight.

(April poetry number eighteen.)

Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan to California and I found my joy in the Winter of 1992. I passed the city of San Francisco and I turned-off the first exit where I could see the sea. I took off my shoes and I went to her and I allowed her to caress my feet. I knew the beautiful and powerful Pacific, had stole my heart.

Me and Jim Morrison been together for the five day trips. The L.A lady and Back door man songs dancing in my head. I knew war didn’t want to kill me and the damn Army send to Monterey. I opened my windows wide, Jim is singling loud and I was believing in the California song.

Once I was company owned, wanted everything. Now I had learn. I need the good whiskey, Jim Morrison songs and the sea. I needed little now.  I have my Dodge truck and a small storage of belonging. I left Ann Arbor last year. I gave everything away I owned. I  learn the free man song. Laugh, drink and dance. Let’s celebrate today.

I found the Monterey bay and I went to her. I took off my shoes and I walked the shoreline. The moon was rising and the falling sun was waving goodbye to me. I drank my whiskey and I told the night. Dear moon, sleeping sun. Johnnie is reborn. No-more crying, no-more looking back. Johnnie is reborn. California free man. No walls, no debts and sea wandering I shall go. Yesterday is gone and I need more. I need more laughter, more drinking and more pretty ladies. 

Johnnie looking for his Gypsy girl, free people and people who create, not destroy. He want the crazy folks, the wild hearts and the people who need little. He whispered to the sea. I have found you and I shall adore you forever.

Coyote