Looking for Hemingway

Some California poetry. New.

           Looking for Hemingway

       Looking for Hemingway

It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me and one in front the empty seat near me.

A pretty woman with dark brown eyes, curvy body and summer dress sat with me. She smiled and she asked me, You always drink with ghosts? The ghost, you are waiting for is on the coast of South America. He don't like Monterey in late May. Earnest liked the tropic in late Spring.

She took the whiskey shot and she downed the whiskey. She smiled at me and she told me. My name is Florentina, a comrade of Mr. Hemingway. We get along, us writer's like to discuss everything we cannot fix. Me and Earnest can drink till closing time and we skinny dip in the Monterey bay after. You can say, we are both foolish and crazy.

I told my name is Johnnie, not as brave as Hemingway, but with enough Irish whiskey. I would be tempted to skinny dip with a beautiful lady.

She smiled, took both my hands, she kissed them both. She gave me a devilish smile and she whispered. I feel the deep regret of things gone and I feel the energy of a dangerous man. The night is young, the whiskey is strong and the sea is cold. Let's  make Ernest smile at 3 am. We will be bare a*s, knowing a lot of laughter and we shall know great company. Always a blessing to have a friend close when the night is cold.

                         Coyote

lw

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I don't know that it takes such courage to understand life. There must have been a time that came for Ernest when the act of understanding was outweighed by the need to escape. One does not, after all, eat a double barreled twelve gauge for the pure satisfaction of the act. I do believe he was a very practical fellow and saw life on his own terms without being overly melodramatic about the thing. So his end might have been simply, (Well, now, that will just be enough of this!) I do know that of the many works I have read of his, he seemed completely unapologetic in his demeanor and person. I believe he was a man who lived as close to the motto of having no regrets as a man could live. I believe, also, that drinking with beautiful women is to be preferred at any time to drinking with ghosts; particularly ghosts that were partial to drinking alone.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hemingway. He lived his way. He saw war and maybe too much. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.

[sette]

and hemingway would love to witness the scene

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Ms Paragon]

Nice flow and imagery with a hint of melancholy! Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend.

[Ms Paragon]

My pleasure!

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

You’ll have a cold a*s as well as a bare one- wonderful words and thoughts of rememberance, hope and excitement that we always need to hold onto- always believing that good things are about to happen-🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope not. No bare-a*s Johnnie in the late May Pacific. I appreciate the comment dear Kelly.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Lol...bare brave a*s...brave is good...only live once..🌹

[Gee]

Good morning. Great way to start the day reading this. Made me smile and conjured up some great images. You stand alone Johnny when it comes to writing of this type.
Hope you are well.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very kind my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Gee]

Twas my pleasure