When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once businessman and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he believed… Continue reading
Falling backwards. I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world, and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
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 my hands.… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone. He told me. Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
Just dance. Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of perfume.Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wildflowers of Texas.You rested you head into my chest and I whispered… Continue reading
Please remember who you were. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
The misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1993, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
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
