We must slow down my darling..

Trying to awake my muse and amazing music.

We must slow down my darling...

Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal.

"Nothing is lost,

nothing is gain,

we will back step,

we will fall forward 

and we will get up.

This is all we can do."

A pretty Texas gal sat with him with the saddest eyes in Texas and

she whispered. Johnnie seeking love in the Long Island ice teas again

and writing dead man poetry. He turned and he faced her.

He told her. Ellen, my Texas rose. Where you been hiding?

She laughed and she told him. Like you, writing s**t and drinking more.

Johnnie, we love skin and whiskey. We hate love and we like being alone.

How many times have I found you praying for nothing, wanting nothing and relearn.

Broken people seek little,

we are naked souls with nothing left to give and

we speak of love and hate in the same sentence.

He reached over to her. He kissed her once and he kissed her again.

He whispered I miss you my beautiful Ellen.

She took his hands and she studied them. Rough hands, Army hands and

she kissed them. She looked at him and she asked him. 

Are you seeking death, are you seeking life Johnnie?

He told the bartender, two triple shots of the Jack Daniel and the coldest beers please.

Ellen looked hard at him and she asked him?

Time for us to get dirty,

time for us to swim in the mud.

Do you want this?

He kissed her face, he kissed her neck and he kissed her warm mouth.

He asked her. Where are we going? What do we want?

She told him. I need company, I don't need pity.

I want someone to dance with me,

sleep with me and drink coffee with me at 6am.

I want someone like you.

You have seen the worst of men and you are still standing.

I am standing too my darling.

Let's slow down dear Johnnie.

I could use some kindness.

He smiled. Could I make you smile?

She smiled and she whispered. Only you can.

They drank the whiskey and they left the tavern together.

The Lady bartender smiled and she hope her two friends.

Could find some peace.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

This reminds me of a place Whisky a go go which I’m not sure if it’s real or fictional from a movie. Nice writing John, reads like a movie script. Always real stories, real people you weave in your writes.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I liked in my young days. Always a story to be found in a Irish Tavern.