She's crazy

Just words.

                            She's crazy

I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long highway and the new places. Home, was the place where I laid my head and closed my eyes.

I landed at Fort Hood, Texas. I left California in Winter of 1993 without any regret. California had the sea and she was too damn peaceful for me. I was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas now. Me and highway 35 became good friends. I fell in love with Austin, Texas. 50 taverns and dancehalls on fifth street. I befriended the bartenders with large tips and I loved the long legged Texas girls.

On a New Year eve night In Austin, Texas in 1993. I sat alone drinking the Long Island ice teas and watching the people enjoying the night. Pretty Texas girl with the kindest and bluest eyes asked me. Soldier, you are drinking alone on New Year eve. A handsome soldier shouldn't drink alone. 1994 is coming soon and no-one should greet the new year alone. I looked at her.  Long auburn hair, black mini-skirt and a dangerous look in her eyes.

I loved her tan skin and her long legs. I yearn to hear her talk. She was Texas, heart and soul. She asked me. Can you Northern boys do the Texas two-step? I told her. I would love to Texas two-step with you. What is your name? My name is Johnnie. She smiled and she told me. My name is Anna and I'm glad I found you. I'm alone and I need a kind voice and a friend.

We danced till 12 pm. At midnight she kissed me long and hard. We went back to the dancehall and we danced till closing times. Austin was crazy. 10,000 people overtook the city. Me and Anna went to the river and she took off her shoes. She sat by the river singing some Willie and some Hank. I looked at the stars and I told them. She's crazy and I could love her so.

She rose-up and she ran to me. She whispered. Time for some breakfast and later, We will talk till we are not strangers no-more. Johnnie, you are alright with me. You make me feel beautiful and I need to feel this my soldier.

I told her. I have no place to go dear Anna.

                                      Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Vivian Fisk]

What I love about your poetry, Coyote, is its gallantry. Tawdry honky tonking becomes young pure love in your hands. The lonely soldier becomes a white knight on a steed, if only for a little while. I ALWAYS identify with your ladies...and there I feel comfort in your thoughts. Thank you again for a brief escape....

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. I appreciate the kind words.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

I disagree. Not just words, a caladamy
i love the video and the words detail
of such encounter, great write!
title so catchy! :S --Maynard

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment. I went back to work. Un-retired. Next week. Five days off. I will read again.

[1809 Black Plague December]

All in good humor :)

[Ghania]

Wow. Such a sweet story of "strangers-no more"
Loved the flow.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ghania. Must open doors to become friends.

[Ghania]

Yes. This gesture always wins Heart. The Friendly nature.

[Ghania]

And you're very welcome.

[Govind singh]

Omg...such a lovely poem..amazing!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ken Simm.]

Now you know I'm going to like this. And I do. I like the structure, the story, the moral, the flow and above all the chance to read another example of your skill.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken for the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Mrudula Rani]

The intriguing title drew me to reading this story of two free spirited souls' union on a New Year's night! I am curious and very much interested if there is part two tô this love story? Please say yes!

[Coyote Poetry]

We became friends. She was too young for me and she was a writer. Was the old world. People loved to talk, drink and dance. No computers. Thank you Mrudula for reading and the comment.

[Mrudula Rani]

Friendship between two lovely people is always beautiful, and makes a wonderful subject for a story. I hope to read that in the near future. especially when you write...
It will be great.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Aw, wow! What a beautiful story woven together here! I felt the slow lull of the South throughout.. I loved the characterization of her, that her eyes were both kind and dangerous.. What a beautiful, song-like evening to have beheld with her.. I don't think she's crazy.. just a gypsy rolling stone soul like yours and upon that night, you were joined together and "strangers no more."

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Alexa. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Paul Bell]

Two people thrown together just as the year moves on.
It's always a strange time, new years eve. You can party with everybody, and still be as lonely as hell.
But one beautiful girl can change that. Looks like Anna did just that.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Always better to have good company. Thank you Paul for reading and the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful memories and it was what time taught you at certain stages of life, but loneliness can still be part of the carefree moments that pass time, sad but true, sometimes a little craziness helps us to get where we are going🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Poet. We need craziness. Too much control leave us empty and we forget who we are. Thank you for reading.

[Lola_Bee]

loved reading your writing, they take me away, the same as burying my mind into a book. A beautiful start to a love story

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lola-Bee. Need to be friends first. I miss the days of long conversations.