Category Archive: Austin Texas

“Russian roulette. Everyone must play?

Russian roulette         Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the… Continue reading

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Angels dancing, too close to the earth

  (Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Beautiful song.)   Angels dancing, too close to earth   Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle.

Spin the bottle   Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is… Continue reading

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“Never talk to a stranger”

Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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“She’s crazy”

 She’s crazy I was like my father, I believed. I needed the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading

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“The lady in the black dress”

The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin, her wild eyes searched for what she… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading

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“The waltz of the Angels”

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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‘If we make it through December’

If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading

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