The lost generation. Part three.
“YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early month of MayAnd if you asked her why the heck she wore itShe’d say… Continue reading
“YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early month of MayAnd if you asked her why the heck she wore itShe’d say… Continue reading
A New York city night. Was a New York city dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe in reincarnation. I believe I have lived many lives and I was a soldier in every one. I was told by… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City.. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading
She ordered two Irish whiskeys and a cold draft beer. I left her be. The beer and the whiskey came. She tapped my shoulder and I saw she wore a necklace of dead… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading