A New Orleans lullaby..

April poetry month new poetry number thirteen.

A New Orleans lullaby…

I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter,

good drink and pretty ladies.

I Befriended a New York state gal. I like her. She was angry all the time and she loved books.

She was a pretty one with a cold heart and honest voice.

I told her. Amie, Amie. You need a better face, you need to go dancing and maybe, smile.

She laughed my words. She whispered Johnnie Coyote, you are more dog than coyote.

You want to see my real face? You are more foolish than I believed.

I told her. Mardi Gras is going on in New Orleans and the city can make the ugly face,

and ugly thoughts fade away. She laughed at my words and she told me.

I could use New Orleans. We could dress up and drink/dance till we cannot.

I told her I would like this.

We drove to New Orleans at noon. We arrived in the city, the city was alive.

Music being played everywhere and people dressed up in wild costumes

and singing/dancing in the streets.

We went to a shop and I became the Voodoo man and she became Marie Laveau.

She looked into the mirror and she hugged me. She gave me a little smile and

she told me. Lets drink and dance. Get nasty at three am and make believe we

are ancient lovers.

We roamed the taverns, the Jazz clubs and we danced in every parade we could find.

I told Amie. You are so beautiful, you are shining like the moon resting on the sea.

She laughed at my words and she whispered. Us New York gals know you Michigan

boys are dangerous. Please tell me a poem to make me believe. You adore me Johnnie.

I told her.

“My cold hearten woman, we play Russian roulette with love and

I do love the tattoos on your neck, I adore the tattoos on your long legs.

I want to see you nude, I want to know you wild.

I want my hands on your shapely hips and I want to see you release

your clothing slow and easy.

I want you barefoot and standing nude by the open windows.

I want the lights on and us.

Wild and free.”

Her eyes soften and she told me. Am I a stepping stone Johnnie? I don’t need the liar’s

prayer no-more. We have been friends for two years and I am thankful for New Orleans.

Do you love me Johnnie?

He brought her close and he whispered. Maybe we can create a New Orleans lullaby

where love can win. I do love you my angry gal.

She smiled sweetly and she told him. We need more whiskey, we need more music and

we need to show real face. Let’s find a Jazz club, dance close and maybe?

We can create a New Orleans lullaby..

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This sounds like a fun filled adventure where both parties needed the night of fun and to feel the rush of freedom and fun. She sounds like a very interesting woman who played a significant role in your life even if only for a brief time. New Orleans sounds like the place to make a crazy lullaby and a time to remember always

[Coyote Poetry]

It is my dear friend and New Orleans is still a wild and fun city. I need to visit soon. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

O have not visited New Orleans but would definitely love to one day

[Papaya]

What a breath taking romantic interlude.
Wild and free, I miss those days.
Wonderful write Coyote P.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Ana. I got old but I am still dangerous. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Papaya]

🙂 you're welcome 🙃

[June bug]

WOW! I loved the last part of this, This is amazing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I visit New Orleans four times. I need a fifth time.

[June bug]

Take the trip, and enjoy it. I've been there one time.

[Coyote Poetry]

Maybe this year my friend. I have old friends who live in the old city. I could visit.

[June bug]

Do it, I always tell people, you only have one life do what you want and make it count. Tomorrow isn't promised. That is cool you have friends there. I had an uncle there but he moved to Colorado.

[Coyote Poetry]

My grandchildren want visit the sea. I will try my best my dear friend.

[Neville]

Its an honour being the first to arrive and leave their mark here Coyote .. anything New Orleans is write up my street .. and this ones near perfect ..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. Austin, Texas and New Orleans. Daytona is fun too and I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

Always a pleasure and always mine C .. N :)