Tag Archive: Texas gal

Dear Nicole.

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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We do not find love. Love will find us.

We do not find love. Love will find us. Delicious love, sweet love. The kindest love will be tattoos on our skin. I asked for one kiss, I asked for one dance and… Continue reading

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A Texas love story. And an amazing Merle Haggard song.

A Texas love story. I returned from the war in 1997, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading

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Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer. And an amazing Beth Hart song.

The sinner’s prayer. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost everyone. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz till… Continue reading

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She was my Texas gift.

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 my hands. She told me often. Johnnie, Johnnie.… Continue reading

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My wild Texas rose.

My wild Texas rose. Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places… Continue reading

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Delia. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.

Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading

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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,… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures.

Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading

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