Baby, two highways can never be one..
Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. Baby, two highways can never be one. You want the world and I want you here. War, battles to be fought and new places… Continue reading
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Delicate and boundless..
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy… I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
The last chance motel..
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father,songs of the long highways,more… Continue reading
Swirl me in your mind..
Swirl me in your mind.. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
If we make it through December.. And a amazing Merle Haggard song.
If we make it through December.. Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin beauty… Continue reading
Can we survive crazy? Three little poems..
1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals… Continue reading
The lake songs..
I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes..
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading