Another time, another place

Good song and some words.

Another time, another place

The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American.

He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway's tropical paradise.

Once he sought death, now he wanted to be in the hands of new land, new songs and

maybe. Find a reason to be alive.

He was in Atlanta, one day early. Morning flight to Honduras and he had some free time.

He went to the strip bar near the Hotel. The beer was cold and the song was good.

The ladies were goddesses, dancing for desperate men. He watched the dancers, going from silky 

pantie and bra to bare skin.

He wrote in his journal.

"Perfume ladies, bare skin and fake smiles.

Loveliest ladies in Atlanta,

showing you the world and more.

Begging men, paying for a song,

left with less when the pretty lady escaped.

Perfect smile,

sensitive movement of legs, arms and a*s.

Making wishful men wish and dream.

The outcast man,

wanting little,

watched the beautiful dancers,

like artwork in a ancient art studio.

He adored their faces, their womanly curves and he knew.

Woman decide if you are lucky or not."

He felt a touch upon his shoulder,

a beautiful brown eye girls stared boldly into his eyes and she asked.

"Ain't I beautiful enough for you, soldier boy? You are writing words into the book and

forgot I was dancing for you."

He told her. I watched you dance and you gave me the will to write some poetry for

your tender milky skin and perfect body. I am more logical than the desperate men here.

I know you are Summer and I am the Winter. Sometimes close and can never be touch.

She smiled and she laughed at his words. She told him. "You are the bar poet, I can see now.

Love the words more than real life. I like men who are not desperate and don't believe they can

own all things. Where are you going soldier? And my name is Luna."

He told her. Hello Luna and I am going to Honduras in the morning. My name is Johnnie. She smiled and she asked.

"You soldiers are so brave and so crazy. Trying to save a world, not wanting to be saved. Are we all, wanting too little, wanting too much? Once I wanted a soldier, was another time, was another place. I was brave once. I thought love was life."

He smiled and he asked her , almost closing time. Do you eat? My flight is at noon and I could use some company for a early

 breakfast. She took the journal and she read the poem. She smiled and she told him. "Okay, please wait for me. I will get dress and we can go to the Denny's across the street.

She appeared, looking more beautiful then before. White Summer dress, her brown hair flowing down her back and showing real face. He told her. You are prettiest gal I ever seen. She laughed at his words and she whispered. "Thank you Johnnie, I am starving. " She took his hand, led him out the bar to the restaurant.

They found a quiet spot to sit in the Denny's. He wrote a poem on a napkin and he gave her the poem. She read the poem to him.

"Another place, another time.

We could of been, so good together.

Another place, another time.

We could of been, something.

Luna, beautiful Luna.

You are the sun and I am the moon,

rarely touching and always dreaming.

The loveliest ladies are mad men dreams,

making them wish to live and to die. 

I wish we had today, I wish we had tomorrow.

Another place, another time.

You would be my ambrosia,

my lasting wish, my lasting hope."

Coyote

She laughed and smiled. She told him. "You are the Hemingway's ghost. Making girls daydream and smile. I am glad I found 

you dear Johnnie. Tonight I needed someone to make me feel I am more than flesh and bones. I go to school in the daytime and I dance at night. 300 to 500 dollars, I can make. More time for school work. I like to talk and you make me want to talk. Can I write to you in Honduras?"

He told her. If you like. I would appreciate. I have no-one but my dear grandmother. She write me weekly and I write her back, of course. Luna, looked sad. She looked into his eyes and she told him. "I saw a heavy sadness in your eyes. That is why I knew you were safe. You looked at me with kind eyes when I danced. Like I was worthwhile, not trash. It is nice when someone listen to you."

He took her hand and he told her. I am running away from demons and tonight. This is a good night. I love your eyes, your hazel eyes seem to be dancing from blue to green. It is hard to tell the angels from the devils dear Luna. We must be careful.  

After the meal and a lot of coffee. Luna told him. "I must rest, 10 am class and she gave him her address at her dorm. She followed  him to the hotel." She fell on the bed and he joined her. He wrapped his arms around her and she fell asleep ASAP.

he kissed her forehead and he watched her sleep. He wished for a second. Another time, another place. Maybe he could know happiness.

He rose from the bed at 8 am, got some coffee. Luna awoke and she told him. "Thank you for being a gentlemen. Ain't many left dear Johnnie and thank you for the coffee." He sat with her, listening to her dream of becoming a nurse, her dreams of visiting Europe and he loved her morning face. She left him with a sweet kiss and a gentle goodbye. He told the gods of life and death. Thank you the good night in Atlanta and meeting dear Luna.

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

When I saw that beautiful body above your words, did wonder what I had come across.. but John, am so pleased to have read on and on. Your story has such sensitive overtones; not saying more because every reader has to decide how touched or not by words. Think this is one of your most emotional posts, has real heart, no mockery, no hypocrisy as happens too often these days, but a genuine regard for what goes on behind a facade. Luna shines like the moon Johnnie needed and yes, he behaved like a gentleman.

There are so many phrases i could have used as a quote, but this brought tears to my eyes. ' He sat with her, listening to her dream of becoming a nurse, her dreams of visiting Europe and * he loved her morning face. *

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. I appreciate the comment my dear friend. All of us need someone to listen to us. I believe we find people that we have things in common with. When I was a soldier. Always kind people willing to be kind to the soldier.

[emmajoy]

Perhaps in a very strange way, we're all soldiers during this pandemic..managing to survive, find a way of coping. And perhaps your words here above, show how discovering how a person is behind the facade is more important than a quick scan! Loved your poem, truly dod. You seems to have had such a vibrant, daring and naughty life but sometimes the emotions really take centre stage.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I believe, the children are losing the most. They need education and fun events. Thank God for the lake near. I took my grandchildren, almost everyday to the Lake St, Clair. I pray dear Emma, we can survive these days.

[emmajoy]

We can only do what we think is right, protect selves and in the process, protect other people. I normally would respect people's right to make their own decisions, but refusing to accept truth in death is nothing less than cruelty. Harsh words I know but, having hear on the helpline about from people who have parents in care homes, or waiting for health alert or not being able to go away with children on their longed for holidays and a mass of other sad situations, and not being able to hug, pat hand over the phone has brought the situation so close to me. Heart breaking. Your grandchildren must love going to the lake, even the water's breath in its living sense is a remedy..
You;re a great grandpa, or whatever called, John!
What are you called? Take care, keep safe.. you and your family.

[Coyote Poetry]

Grandpa. Dear Emma, have some fun and be safe.

[Just Kim]

Wow! such deepness in this write. Truthful in a sense as well. nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

We need more friends than always stealing from each other. I was lucky. I befriended many in my travels with the military. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[YouoweYoupay]

Raw. Real. Straight to the heart. Your vocabulary and descriptions are so simple yet they still give the reader a vivid vision of the scene! Luna and Johnnie's talk over breakfast, the way she inspired him to write a poem as she danced. The way he didn't slober and starve for her skin like other men at the bar did. And how you made it clear that they spent the night in each other's arms but without necessarily letting us know whether they played together or not. The intimacy you gave us is soul-deep and more precious than erotica or sex-bombarded romance!

some of my favorite lines:

"it's nice when someone listens to you."

"...and he loved her morning face."

"I know you are Summer and I am the Winter. Sometimes close and can never be touch."

Thank you for sharing the love! I'm glad I read this.

Never stop writing!
~Aysha.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Aysha. We need more friend than thieves. Luna did well and I found my sanity in Honduras.

[barleygirl]

I love how you mix prose & poetry. I love how you draw this out into a longer tale . . . nicely curving path with twists & turns of pleasure & fond memories, but always with that pesky little reality called "leaving"! You always convey a ton of friendliness & love in your different word portraits of the people you've met along your journey (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. If we are lucky. We meet many kind people on the road of life.

[Robert Trakofler]

Awesome coyote you gave me a flashback to old air force days:) what a great scene you painted in my mind

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robert for reading. The good old days. We can keep in our memory.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

gentle lady, gentle romance, the most gentle words....
and a story to touch hearts.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. I agree and I appreciate the comment.