‘The rising sun’
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
Two guitars I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If… Continue reading
Please stay all night with me She was my first storm I danced with. I loved how her long strawberry red hair moved when she danced by the Lake Superior lake. It was… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
Savior, liar and sinner Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered. I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister St. Patrick day is here and I love this Irish holiday. I always go out. Not for me. I go out for old friends loss to war. S. Patrick… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War… Continue reading
Whiskey She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
Down, baby, down Dreaming and believing. Living and dying. Loving and hating. Lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or careless. Song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading