Johnnie Coyote verbal poetry.


She told me. I love people who can see the hardness, the rawness of life. They can’t be disappointed. When you are at the lowest places. You can see the stars and you can appreciate the night. We, who need whiskey kisses and no promises. We don’t need to seek love no-more. The jazzy poet, he don’t cry no-more. Just whispered words to night. Love live here no-more.

Coyote