Just a Black Velvet lullaby....

May poetry number four...

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 to write. You must bleed to paper, you must suffer and live in s**t to create. Need f*****g war and to love many pretty ladies. Then you can write.

In my wallet, I have many photos of things I can't find no-more. A b*****d life, I lived and the disease of wanting everything. Left me with nothing but memories.

I am drinking my soldier drink tonight. The Vietnam Vets shared the Black Velvet with me in 1976. They told me. Black Velvet is easy like a kind woman. No chaser needed and make you loud and brave again.

I wrote into the journal. I never refused a kiss, I never refused a request for a dance with a pretty lady and I never refuse a drink. The tide of life had taught me. We will swim in our own s**t and we will accept the s**t. We decided our journey.

Today the songs are good. The Black Velvet whiskey is tasting good and maybe I will roam to the dancehall. The Austin gals are kind to me. We drink the whiskey and they allow me to dance with them. They like me. They know I like to hear their voices and I don't want everything.

I wrote in the journal. The Black Velvet lullaby, the soldier creed. Drink till you forget what you did. Drink till you forget to remember. A pretty Texas college gal asked me. Are we just drinking tonight dark poet? Or maybe are we dancing?

I looked into her wild eyes and I told her. We are doing both dear Sally.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading and the comment.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

I have now read you journal thoughts several times..and will read it again...Trying to latch onto your true meaning.. Dancing..Black Velvet..the war... drinking..Austin...
Drinking the sadness away...dark poet..
All such great words for an interesting read..
Lisa, lived in Georgetown..near Austin..now in Spain

[Coyote Poetry]

Georgetown, I drove by often dear Lisa. Austin was cool. People wanted to have fun, talk and dance. I bet Spain can be fun and thank you for reading and the comment. My grandfather came from Spain to the USA in 1922. Old Spanish name. Castellenas.

[Lisasview]

Yes, Spain is great because of the many wonderful connections that can be made with people from all over the world.
What part of Spain did your grandfather come from?
Lisa

[Betty Hermelee]

Seems like you're writing some pretty dark events in your journal, including drinking your sorrows away for one;also you mention Hemingway who drank his sorrows away, and wrote in the middle of a war. One consolation here seems to be in the dance hall dancing with the pretty ladies. you wrote in your journal " never refused a kiss" A sad tale of the struggle to write, clouded by that fine whiskey and perhaps a war as well. Well done.
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty. Once I lived the soldier life. A kind woman saved me. I was lucky.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes you were lucky! And you’re very welcome!
Best, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

A hard place to be when old memories rage like new. Leaving no room for one's own thoughts.
Strong Poem filled with many truths.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Cherrie for reading and the comment. I do miss Texas. Was a wild city, Austin, Texas.