Drink of me my dear lover…
A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.” Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.” Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every… Continue reading
Texas gals.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The… Continue reading
A Texas gal whispered to me. Bang, bang… (April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) It was a Austin Friday night and we were two shadows seeking some comfort. She told me.… Continue reading
I was alone in a Austin, Tavern and young man staring at his shot of whiskey and cold beer. I touched his shoulder and I introduced myself. The man turned to me with… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen.. I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading