My last stand will be in New York city. New York city make the mind come alive.
I want to go to New York City.
Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.
Whispering stories of things to come.
I wonder what he did to remember her in her death?
My soul has become so dirty.
I feel I would fall into the old city.
Become like her.
Full of secrets and hidden desires.
The woman are colder.
Warmer if they decide to allow you in to see.
Their permanent scars and tarnish view on love.
Leave me wishing to know all their mysteries and feel their hunger.
They dress in darkness.
I like my woman to wear black.
It make me aroused.
I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don’t pity them.
I will tell them my stories.
I would sit in dark bars.
listen to the night people.
Perhaps dance in the twisted dance of passion and lust. .
I will sit on a bench.
My words would become complete.
I would flow with the city.
I would become the voice of insanity.
Perhaps sanity?
I will find my place.
I will go to New York soon.
To find my peace of mind.
Coyote
17 April 1994
© 2011 Coyote Poetry
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It’s powerful that something you wrote 20 years ago can stand the test of time and be relevant and strong today.
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Thank you Marian for reading and the comment. Good places and words can test the space of time if we are lucky. Life can change but some places like the Chelsea Hotel was made famous by Mr. Leonard Cohen. Cannot be forgotten.
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John:
I love your work-it is raw and tainted by the war. I asked if I could reblog your poem about the old soldier-is that OK? I wonder-do you know of Rodriguez in old Detroit singing at the Sewer? I don’t think I can put in a URL, but you can Google him-look at the Rolling Stones story or better yet, see that movie!!!!!!!! You remind me of him. Go-but do not make it your last stand. You are like an artesian well with the stone that kept it secret and enclosed-blasted open. Thank you. I look forward to your work every day. Your words bring tears of knowing to my eyes.
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Be free to re-blog my work. I believe we must share our work and if we are lucky one day. Become teachers for the young writers. I don’t know Rodriquez. I will try to research him.
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A dark time….. I hope the light arrived? Susan x
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It did. I got station on the coastline of California. I was lucky. I found writers. Poets and musician who taught me hope. Thank you for reading and the comment,.
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New York City = Peace of mind?
John…?
I think Ottumwa, Iowa would work out better….
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I think you are right. New York was too much for me.
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