You are so goddamn beautiful and a amazing and beautiful Lucy Gallant song.
The paradox of life. We will know more sadness than happiness.
Poor Lucy sat alone hugging her Black Velvet whiskey and cussing at her world.
I went to her and I told the barkeeper. Please two double of the Black Velvet and keep them coming.
Lucy looked at me and she asked me. What you need Johnnie? I am bad company tonight.
I told her. Dear Lucy, never drink whiskey alone. You will fight someone and have a shitty night.
The barkeeper brought the whiskey to us. I raised my shot glass and I told the night.
Old trick, new trick become the same ending. I bartered with the Devil, I bartered with God.
I lost anyway. We touched glasses and we drank the whiskey. She took my hands.
She asked me. We danced, we played and we believed we loved. One day, our lover tell us.
You are ugly with hate, you are ugly with sadness. I am leaving. Am I ugly Johnnie?
I kissed her face-cheeks and I told her. Lucy, you are so goddamn beautiful.
Sometime lovers forget the kindness.
More whiskey came and she rested her head against me. She asked me.
Once you liked me, once we talked. Do you like me now? Can we talk like good friends again?
I took my shot glass and I raised it to the night. I quoted Jack London.
“Love denied was love alive.” JL
“Never were we lovers, ecstasy like theirs. They have not killed love with kisses.” JL
We touched shot glasses and drank the whiskey. She smiled. she asked me.
Do you believe kisses can kill off love? Do you believe you can fuck love away?
I laughed at her words and I told her. If all you have is fucking and kisses. You forget the best parts.
Lovers, who hold on. Drink together, talk about anything and hold hands when the night is lonely.
They know. Someone who can make you smile, someone who listen to you. Someone who is kind.
This is love. Fucking is good but need some conversation. Dear Lucy, you are so goddamn beautiful.
Those eyes and you are always gentle and kind.
She asked me. Would you buy me a meal? Would you look into my eyes and make me feel young and good
again? Can you make me feel okay?
I smiled and I told her. Would be my honor dear Lucy. Today feel like a Texas-two-step night. Are you game dear
Lucy? It is a Texas Spring night. Less whiskey and more beer. Today we tell the half-moon above us.
We don’t want no sadness no-more.
She kissed my lips and she whispered, yes.
Dancing Coyote
Lovely 🙏 I sometimes wonder if sadness is more powerful than happiness. Weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning, but she doesn’t stick around Kong either. I enjoy your poetry John. Always gets me thinking about life.
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Thank you Nigel. I appreciate the comment.
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