Too poor to love you..
Too poor to love you, lady midnight… We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, lady midnight… We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish… The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading
Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
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
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