We danced for the stars…
We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading
We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… 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 changed my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
The Devil dances at midnight… A Poem by Coyote Poetry July new poetry forty-seven. The Devil dances at midnight… Prettiest gal at the Belton, Texas dance told me. The Devil dances at midnight and… Continue reading
The reaper… I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
Mercy.. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet. Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance. I told her, yes ma. She took my hands and we went to… Continue reading
Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, sweet wine and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up… Continue reading