One more cup of coffee and a glass of Black Velvet.

Trying to awake my muse. A Texas memory.

One more cup of coffee and a glass of the Black Velvet too…

I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than they had. I meet Amanda on Friday night at 7pm. Live music and three dollar Long Island ice teas till 9 pm. I called her my angry Texas gal. She lived alone and she told me. I don’t like to talk. I have said enough and I told her.  I have learn. Words have become empty, sometime silence and writing. Is what I need. She would smile and she would tell me. My Michigan soldier, let’s drink till 9 pm the Long Island ice teas. Dance till 2am and we can go to the Belton Lake. Watch the morning appear. I told her. My angry Texas gal, we shall do what you want. My beautiful Amanda. If you want. We can drive to the the sea. Release our sadness, release our anger.

She laughed at my words and she hugged me tightly. She whispered to me.

” Once I believed in Butterfly kisses.

Once I believed in forever and

now I know. Just wishes escaping into the night sky.

We will because colder and colder till one day.

We will forget the old dreams.”

I ordered the Long Island ice teas. I told my one-handed bartender. Make them strong. Dear Amanda need to forget, beautiful Amanda want to be free of yesterday and today. He told us. Johnnie and Amanda. You will never forget, you will never be free of yesterday. We must make tonight our best night. Allow the hard day s to stay and we must remember them. If we are lucky. We won’t repeat them.

He left us to make the drinks and I saw the loneliness in her eyes. I told her. Dear Amanda, my last dear friend. Once we were hell-bounded and crazy. Once we believe we could not be broken. My kind friend. We need the Texas two-step, the Long Island ice teas and the sea. We can pray for more.

She grasped my hand and she told me. For almost a year. You find me on Friday night. I do look forward to seeing you. You demand nothing and you have accepted my sadness, my anger. We stay in my house in the desert and you help me plant my garden on Saturday and Sunday morning. Maybe I should be thankful?

I told her. I remember when I met you three years ago. You and your daughter sat with me. Your kind daughter told me. No soldiers should be alone on a Friday night. We befriended me and You wrote to me when I was deployed. You were my safe place in Texas. I love our early mornings, We drink coffee and a cup of the Black velvet. I do like the easy mornings. I have great anger too, I hold great sadness too and with you. I can smile, I can sing. I need more.

She smiled and she told me. I am not so angry no-more. You have taught me to laugh, you have taught me. I am important, I am worthwhile. My daughter told. You are the medicine I needed. A kind friend, a gentle lover and a place to rest.

I told her. Almost nine pm. Time to find the dance floor. Tonight we will drink, tonight we will dance. Tonight we will get naked and I will chase you in your garden. She laughed at my words and she told me. I would like that and maybe? You and I can create new memories. Where we can win.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written. The story is very interesting. Keep it up

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I need a year in Texas.