Please come home to me.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just good song and story.
I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I drink the California wine in the night. I sit in the places where Hemingway found some kind of peace. Monterey is so beautiful. Please come live with me, near the sea. We could drink wine in the early morning and watch the sunrise. I need your beautiful face to see. Dear Julie told me. “Baby, you can’t run away things left behind. I won’t come to California honey. I will wait for you her in the four seasons of our home in Michigan. I love you my Johnnie. Come home soon.”
I called you from Austin, Texas. I told you the days are hot. I can Texas two-step and the people in Texas are cool. They love to dance and drink. Celebrate being alive. A lot of work for you here in Texas. Winter is easy and we can roam the old cities. Go to San Antonio to talk and drink some coffee my Julie. They love my poetry here. You would Texas my love. Please come and live forever with me in Texas. Dear Julie told me. “I love you Johnnie. Texas is too damn hot for a Michigan girl. I like my Summer days warm and the nights cooler. You can write your words here with me in Michigan. We can begin a life and you can quit running from dead brothers and regret. I’m here waiting for you and the Fall is here. The trees are colorful and beautiful. I wish you would come home. The road don’t need you no more. If you need me. I’m here waiting for you in Ann Arbor. It is time to come home my Johnnie.
I called Julie from Honduras. I told her. I’m so far away. I’m sorry my Julie. I have loved you for 20 years. You are right my love. I’m looking for the wrong things. I know you are my only sweet touch in my life. Time for you to give-up on me. You are sweet as honey and I can’t stay too long anywhere. I’m running from the devil. Julie was crying and told me. “Traveling fool. I don’t know how long I can wait. I planted my flowers and sang songs to you. I need you here, but baby. You must decide. To fight your wars and demons or come home to me.”
I told Julie. I love you and thank you. You are my only gentle touch in a life going to hell. I knew she was crying. She knew I wasn’t coming home the same. I didn’t call dear Julie no-more. Letters came for awhile. She got marry and I got drunk in 40 countries. I tell the young Soldiers. Stay home and hold on to the sweet hearts waiting. Don’t be a dumb-ass like Johnnie.