The whiskey and the beer.

Easy to hide in the wrong things.

                          The whiskey and the beer

A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each other.

We found each other hiding in a corner in a  dark Austin tavern. We fell together.

Not to celebrate life but to celebrate death.

She told me. "I was a beauty once and many desire my attention."

I kissed her whiskey soaked lips. Told her. " Beauty is one more bloody thing to blind us from the truth."

"Now we are ugly with disappointment. It don't matter, beauty isn't what we need now."

I ordered a pint of good English lager and a double shot of Jack Daniels.

We sit together daily. Two strangers with no place to go. Somehow misery bring two confused people together.

Somehow we become one for a time. Trying to rebirth the desire for flesh and life.

Even the flesh become less needed with no hope and dreams. I wrap my arms around her in the late night.

Trying to give comfort to someone fighting dead and old ghost and pain.

I wake up. I release her and make some morning coffee.

I pour the coffee into my cup. I add some Jim Beam to give the coffee strength.

She awake. Her tire eyes looking at me needing a kind voice and coffee.

I pour her a cup of coffee and add some whiskey. I told her. "We will be alright."

                               Coyote
                               1985

Author's Note

A old poem. Drinking lead you to no-where.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

drinking may lead nowhere but, it led you to her. this is a wonderful story. there are many wonderful poets on this site but you, John, are one of the very best storytellers there is. your writes always enthrall me and i always come away from your poetry with some sense of experience, and i almost always find some relevance to my own life. this write is no exception. thank you for sharing this chapter of your life ....awesome

[Mariam]

I love the subject, this presence of whiskey mixed with love.It reminds me a bit of Ch. Bukowski's style...

[Coyote Poetry]

I never read Bukowski yet. I need to. My favorite writers are Kosinski, Nevil Shute and Neruda. Writer's who loved emotion and description. I like your style. I need to downsize. Many a publisher had called me a Epic writer. They told me too bad I didn't live in the time of Dante. Good to meet you and I enjoy your poetry.

[Mariam]

I will read their books,thanks for sharing :) I love emotions and description too...Russian classical writers had a soft corner for this.
Bukowski's style is dirty realism, I've read two books and poems and found it interesting,though sometimes it's too harsh.
Good to meet you too, and I like your style it's very unusual for me.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Sometimes the smallest of all our memories can impact us, just like this one expressed in this memorable, pleasant, little tale...

[Valentine]

Nowhere indeed..I pray you are well past that point in your life..you are fast becoming a better writer..Keep them coming..Kathie

[The Analog Kid]

But it is so true to life. Nice poem Coyote.

[Aidz]

tis a tale for the ages..... great write friend

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

As always your words leave a lasting message printed in my my mind! Great write!

[Colt 45 & 9/16]

Wow. I have so been there. Except the chosen partner didn't exactly turn out to be a lady I would want the write a poem about.*ugh* Glad those days are past. Thank you!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

it certainly leads you to nowhere. It causes destruction and chaos........tis best left alone. Love this piece.