The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things. The whiskey and the beer A whiskey and a beer was the song we… 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
Pretty Texas gal name Sara would find me on the weekends. She would take me home and keep me sane. She would hold me tightly and she would sing to me, playing her… Continue reading