If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
I will take care of you.. In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading
Last chance saloon…. I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading
40 cents more.. I called Scotland at 10pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a second and… Continue reading
Anything goes.. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in.I gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes seem… Continue reading
1- You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day.… Continue reading
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in… Continue reading
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
Sway.. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading