Hemingway’s whiskey.
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
Drink before the war. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey.. Old man wrote into his journal, My secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with him. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a tall glass of the Black Velvet too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than… 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
The whiskey and the beer song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things. The whiskey and the beer song.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we… Continue reading
Come home with me.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number fourteen.) Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Old poem never published from 2017. Poem number nine.) The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading