Sing and dance till the end…
Sing and dance till the end
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the good road. Written in 1981.
Sing and dance till the end
The rain is pouring down and
the dusk of the day had passed and gone.
I tossed the empty tequila bottle inside a open trashcan.
Austin, Texas is quiet.
I sat and waited for the coffee shops to open.
Better to be wet then drive drunk to Fort Hood..
I looked at the sky.
Prayed to God for answers to my questions.
The rain fell upon my face.
I saw a phone.
I went to the phone and
I dialed the operator.
A young woman answered.
I told her “I wanted to speak to God?
I need the phone number to God?'”
The operator paused a second.
Spoke without much thought.
“God is unlisted. Only a friend can give God a call.”
I told her.
“My call is important. I must hear his voice.
I must know he gives a damn.”
The Operator spoke strongly.
” God phone number is unlisted. Give him a prayer.
He may be listening.”
I told her.
” I prayed. He didn’t listen.
I think he has forgotten us. I think he has left us.”
The Operator with a stern voice .
“Maybe God is busy. You may get lucky. Keep praying.”
I heard a clink.
The line is silence.
I walked the quiet streets of Austin in the rain.
A ringing sound appears in my head.
The sound whispered sounds and voices.
“God is busy. He is drinking tequila with the Angels in Mexico.
He is saying it is too late for man.
Maybe it is a good day to die is singing in my head.”
I went to downtown Austin.
I like the lights of the city.
Create a strange warmth.
I like the night people.
Few clean people roamed late at night.
You can buy love for a time. You can buy love for the night.
So many stories.
People confused and lost roaming the destine streets.
I asked a lone man standing in the darkness of a corner.
“Did he know the phone number to God?”
He told me.
“Unlisted, only for the pure and the innocent to know.”
He give me a big smile. He whispered. “I heard he drinking tequila with
the Angels in Monterrey, Mexico. He is waiting for the end.”
The man took my hand. With fear in his eyes he told me.
“A fine day to die.”
I leave the man.
He reached in his coat and gave me a toast with his cheap whiskey.
He yelled at me.
“Don’t look for God. You will find him and be disappointed.”
I become more confused by the second.
I sat in the park by the Austin river.
The bright light of the city is surrounding me.
I stood on the park bench and I yelled.
“God, do you care?”
I looked down.
A young woman is watching me.
She was young and her eyes were old.
She asked could she sit with me.
I asked her. “Why was she here with me.”
She answered. “I came to Austin to find beauty and a better place.
I found only a dirty and a cold world. I see you have reach your end too.
Let sit together.”
I brought her close to me on the bench. I held her tight. Her soft sad eyes
looked into my eyes. She told me. ” You remind me of a lost love. He got
lost in the booze and drugs. He is gone now.”
I looked into her brown eyes. I asked her.” Does you know the phone number to God?
She looked at the ground first and brought her face close to my face. She told me.
“God has left us a long time ago. Man’s deeds were too much for him. He killed off the sea and the sky. Man’s killed his brothers without thought. He twisted-up religion to allow killing. He is in Mexico with the Angels. He is saying it is a good day to die.”
I brought the young woman closer.
I felt the warmth of her body near. Her soft hands in my hands bring a spark
of hope for a second. Then I become cold again.
I closed my eyes.
I saw a number. I got up and told her. “I know God’s phone number.”
A smile of pity. She said nothing as I ran for then phone. I dialed the number.
The phone rings and a operator voice appeared.
“I’m sorry the line has been disconnected. God has took a trip.
Don’t leave no messages. He is in Monterrey, Mexico drinking
tequila at the Holiday Inn waiting for the end of time.”
I fell down.
The phone is hanging. I looked up.
The young woman reached her hands out to me. Pulled me into her arms.
She caressed my face with tender and soft hands.
She told me. “I’m sorry you didn’t get hold of God. I tried to find God many times.
I saw what you saw. I felt what you yearn for. God is busy. He is drinking tequila with the Angels at the Holiday Inn in Monterrey waiting for the end.”
She kissed my hands and my lips. Told me. “I know I’m ugly with disappointment.
You are not so pretty any more. Let’s trick God and the Devil. Let’s sing and dance till the end of time. Let’s pray the tequila run out and God will taste the bitterness of this world.”
I returned the kiss to her. Told her. “Today we will drink and dance. Don’t look like a good day to die today. The Devil has won the battle. We will celebrate this day. Sing and dance till the end. We will laugh and try to find some pleasure.”
My brown eyes girl gave me a smile. I heard her laughter for the first time. We walked in the dawn of Austin morning.
We stop by the Austin River. She told me. “I will walk into hell or heaven with my arms wide open. Come with me my sad man. Let’s dance and sing till the end.”
Two strangers walked into the city hand in hand. Sometime little hope is better then none.