A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
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Please come home to me.
Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you… The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love.
1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar.
One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar. Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I knew. I ordered one whiskey, one cold beer and… Continue reading
Never enough whiskey, she told me.
Never enough whiskey, she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading
We need kind people, good song and laughter.
We need kind people, good song and laughter. I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold… Continue reading
Haunt me.
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Say my name, make me believe.
Say my name. Make me believe. I am dreaming of you again dear Maria. Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams. I called you at midnight and I… Continue reading
The fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading