My oh my…
My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading
My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The prettiest gal in town She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she always carry a… Continue reading
Dear Michigan —- Treasure memories Dark taverns, strong drink and I’m thinking of you. Pretty Austin, Texas girl with strawberry red hair sitting near me. She smelled like you. She… Continue reading
Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters. Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Dear Monterey Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee… Continue reading
Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading
(Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds… Continue reading