One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar.
One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar. Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I knew. I ordered one whiskey, one cold beer and… Continue reading
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We need kind people, good song and laughter.
We need kind people, good song and laughter. 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… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women. (Adult reading.)
Texas bars and Texas women. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
The Devil dances at midnight.
The Devil dances at midnight… Prettiest gal at the Belton, Texas dance told me. The Devil dances at midnight and I brought her closer on the dance floor and I asked her. Does… Continue reading
Letters in my pocket..
Letters in my pocket.. I was a soldier for 15 year and I made friends with the people swimming in chaos. I befriended bartenders, drunks, strippers and kind women. My favorite women were… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter..
Kind people, good song and laughter.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-nine.) I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more…
Let’s drink and pray for more… Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
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