Kind people, good song and laughter.
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
Tag Archive: Texas
Spin the bottle.
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.
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.
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.
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, the whiskey. A Texas story.
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.
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.
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
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
An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading