Beautiful stranger.

Beautiful stranger.

Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar in Austin, Texas.
Reflecting on things lost on the road.

Strangers are around me.
Whispering secret to their lovers.
Under the dim lights.
Where words are twisted to revive passion and desire.

Some of us.
We choose the lonely road and
some of us are tossed upon the destine highway.

To learn what us impoverish souls
can find in the dark bar
and taverns.

Some of the people are beautiful.
Hiding their secrets with a wall of safety.
Keeping a safe distance from the one’s who want to
use and abuse.

Only telling their secrets.
When the long Islands kick in.
Hiding behind dreams never to be reached.

Running from mistakes that haunt and disturb
their mind and heart.

A red hair beauty.
So young with sad eyes.
Her eyes told me she wanted very little.
Just someone to hear her voice.
Make her feel important.

A sanctity between two souls waiting on the sideline.
For a purpose to be alive.

She speak of a perception of some safe place to be.
We are mesmerized by passion and need.
Then left trying to figure out what we missed.

I told her we are shameless and cold hearten.
Led by our groin area’s trying to fulfilled a hunger.
That increases with every touch.

The dark corner of the bar.
We spoke quietly.
Gaining strength from the Long Island ice teas.
Trying to rebirth life to a inflicted hearts.

My red hair beauty.
We danced the Texas two-step to the old country songs.
A slow song whispers of love and heart brake.
I told her she is a beauty.
You must get up.
Try to get back in the game.

She smiled.
Gave me a gentle kiss.
Whispered sometimes we need to swim.
Swim in the misery.
Then we can get up and not be afraid.

Late at night.
Strangers wait for daylight.
Sitting together.

Trying to escape their sadness,
heart break or fear.

Perhaps.

All of us are destined to accept less.

Coyote
22 Sept

1993