I drink alone...

June poetry number four..

I drink alone...

Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. F**k you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved the silence. I left her be.

I bought her the Johnnie Walker whiskey and she gave me a smile in thankfulness. I knew her story. Love went to s**t and she was mad as hell.

I drank alone too. I was so tire of the s**t of this world. It wasn't love that broke my heart. Life did. When the whiskey kicked in. Me and dear Sheila could talk. She was a pretty woman and I would tell her. Find someone kind. Find someone who want to make you happy, someone to make you smile. She would ask me. Would I make her happy? I told her. I am dead beautiful Sheila. Once I believed in love. Now I know. Rarely we know the kindness of love kindness.

She would hold my hand and she would whisper. Johnnie, Johnnie. Hold my hand and make me believe love is real. I told her. Beautiful Sheila, I can teach you love demand payment. You and me. Just prisoners of wishes that can't come true. We are night-dreamers and foolish people, who believe love will save us.

She would look sad and she would tell me. Johnnie, Johnnie.  I need just enough. Please take me home and please make me sing. Please make me believe I am alive.

I followed her home and I made her sing. In the morning, we kissed and we understood. We need someone to make us smile. I told her. Dear Sheila, what do we want?

She whispered. Thank you Johnnie for being kind to me.

Coyote

Author's Note

We need kindness.