Tag Archive: Texas

Little Wolf…

Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading

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Dreaming of Texas…

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

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The jazzy Sundays…

 The Jazzy Sundays… The jazz is best on Sunday night in Austin, Texas. Less people roaming the city and the Jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good. The Sunday… Continue reading

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Hell-bound and the whiskey tasting better…

Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading

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Ghost, nightmares and dead ends…

 Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends…  One- I ordered one more Bloody Mary from my one arm bartender. He is the best bartender in Texas. His drinks, like ambrosia for the sleeping mind. I… Continue reading

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I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal…

I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal… “Doc Holliday prayer… I pray I die with a gun in my hand, I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading

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Dear Jenny…

Dear Jenny Pretty woman danced alone.Her body dancing freely to the good songs andshe had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in her quiet corner of the… Continue reading

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Just a Black Velvet lullaby…

Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading

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My Texas rose…

My 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… Continue reading

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Change…

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                    Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading

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