The New York city lights.

The New York city lights.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
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I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took a leave after I arrived in the USA and I drove my truck to the base from Virginia.  I was given a job in supply. I was a numbers man and the Army used my time wisely. I re-enlisted for the war  to escape the suicide of two brothers. I believed I was seeking a good death. War taught me that life was okay. You can't fix every problem or situation. Just listen and be kind. I had a lot of time to travel. I was waiting for orders and the military wasn't  very quick.  My boss was a twenty five year Veteran. The Sergeant First class  released me early every Friday. I would drive down highway 95 to the city of New York. I never aimed at the city. Somehow I landed in the arms of New York weekly for two months.

Somehow I seem to land on the same streets and end-up in the same taverns. I remember the long streets. They felt ghostly and friendly to me.  I found my destination. Chumley tavern on Bedford street. The watering hole for the great Hemingway. This was point one for me. I decided on 10 locations to visit. I stood outside the tavern and I looked at  the lights of New York. The city had the ancient lived in feel.

I liked the Chumley tavern. My G.I Joe haircut and northern accent allowed me to be set out in the mist of the New Yorkers drinking, talking and enjoying their night, drinking their gin and tonic. I wasn't looking for conversation or friendship. I was in the city where Cohen and Joplin had great talks. I was sitting in the bar where Hemingway drank and lived his way. I felt like I belonged.

I ordered a cold draft and shot of Jack. I watched the New Yorkers talk, laugh and drink. I caught the attention of a pretty woman in a business suit. She was in her late twenties, wore glasses and her long auburn hair tied tightly. She was surveying my face and haircut. She came and sat near me. She touched my shoulder and she asked. Did you just return from the war? I smiled and I told her yes. She was silent for a few seconds and she asked me. Are you okay? I told her. I'm okay and thank you for asking. She touched my high and tight haircut gently and she told me. My brother came back and he isn't alright. He is locked-up now. I told her I was sorry. War can be hard on men. Hard to forget. She asked me. Is your head cold? These are the cold days of Winter in New York. I told her. I'm Michigan born and I'm used to the coldness of the Winter.

She smiled and laughed. I liked her smile and laughter. I knew she didn't laugh too much. Her eyes held a sadness. She asked me. What are you doing in New York?  I remember her brown eyes looking deep into my eyes. I told her I left Fort Dix and was searching for the watering hole of Hemingway. The lights of New York and the place where Joplin and Cohen had their last talk. I needed the ancient city. The city make me feel okay. She held her smile for a few seconds than laughed. You missed 10 good cities to come here. Of all the damned places to go, you picked New York in the coldness of winter. She looked serious for a minute and she asked me. Where are you going to park your car? This is New York. No parking in the daytime soldier. I told her. I don't know. I just wanted a large city tonight. No larger than New York. She laughed at my answers and her business suit seemed less dangerous. Now her eyes were more gentle and less fearful.

She told me. You are lucky. I have a empty spot to park your car. She asked me what my name was. I told her, my name is Johnnie, wandering soldier, and asked her name in return. She smiled and offered her hand and she told me her name was Dorothy. A Boston girl working in the city. I liked her face. A Irish shaped face with a firm body. She asked me, "Do you have a place to stay? New York city is very costly."  I told her  I was going to escape the city after the bar closed, find a cheap hotel outside the city. She sat quietly for a few moments and she asked me, "Are you dangerous?" I smiled and I told her only to whiskey bottles and cans of beer.

She told me, "I live near by. 201st Street. You can have my couch. I don't work till Monday. I will give you a grand tour of the city."
I told her,  "You don't have to. You have been very kind already. Talking with me. I do appreciate. I don't want to be a added burden to you."
She told me, " I like your face. You have a good face. Please tell me a story. Why a good man would volunteer for war? And how you landed here in this tavern with me?"II
I told her about my two brothers who committed suicide and how I volunteered for war. War was very kind. Taught me life is better than death. Now I need a story my kind friend.
She smiled and she told me she went to college and got her degree. "Now I'm a accountant for a big bank and I work 70 hours a week and I'm always tired."
I reached my hand to her and I told her. Glad to meet you Dorothy.

She took my hand and she held it firmly. I looked into her brown eyes and I asked her. Do you like to dance? She smiled and told me. I haven't danced since college. I would enjoy some dancing. I told her. Drinking need dancing and dancing need drinking. We left the Chumley tavern at closing time. The city was still alive and lit up.  A lot of people were aiming at their nightly goals. We found my truck and she directed me to the parking structure. She found my writing journals and she read them as I parked the truck. She asked me with questioning eyes. Are you a writer? You didn't tell me you like to write. I do also. I told her. They are just journals now. One day I will post and create the great novel. She looked sad and she questioned me. I shouldn't have looked at the journals? I'm sorry. I told her. It is okay. My life isn't so exciting. I use the journals to release pain, anger and joy.

Her apartment was nice. The apartment had the feel of a woman with good taste and class. Her bedroom door was open. I saw large pillows and satin sheets. She had a small couch and a small kitchen. The house was decorated simple. She had no extra items. A Television and small stereo sat on a small table. She had new art and waterfall on her walls. I liked her already. She had a small book shelf. She had my favorites. Kosinski, Jack London, Stephen King and Robert Schuller. I told her. I like your apartment. She smiled and she told me. I like the simple things. I could be a little tunnel visions with my needs. I like things in their proper place.

I found her cassettes. I requested a Cat Steven tape.  She put the cassette in. The good drink made me braver. I reached to her and I requested a dance? She smiled and she told me. Never danced with a Northern boy. Are you Northern boys safe? I brought her into my arms and we slow danced to the calm voice of Cat Steven. I felt her relaxing and feeling safer. I released her and I told her. Dear Dorothy, I'm tired and I would be thankful for blanket and pillow. I 'm very thankful for her kindness. She held silence and whispered. Thank you Johnnie. We will drink coffee at 9 am and I will take to the Chelsea Hotel tomorrow. She came to me and kissed both my face-cheeks and she went looking for the blankets. She left me wishing for more.

I went to the couch and I was asleep very quickly. She came back and she put the blanket over my tired body. She kissed my forehead and she went to bed.

                              New York City lights






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Very honest feeling. It has a very poetic feel to it, which is supported by the choppy short sentences. Usually the flow of the sentence structure may leave a piece feeling choppy, but in this case I feel it enhances the character and how the character views the world, and adds to that poetic feel. TINY tiny note, it's Cat Stevens, not Cat Steven. :) Love the work, I really enjoy your style of writing. :)

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Coyote Poetry

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Thank you for your help. This is a real story. Real life teaches us and become our goldmine of memor.. read more



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Very honest feeling. It has a very poetic feel to it, which is supported by the choppy short sentences. Usually the flow of the sentence structure may leave a piece feeling choppy, but in this case I feel it enhances the character and how the character views the world, and adds to that poetic feel. TINY tiny note, it's Cat Stevens, not Cat Steven. :) Love the work, I really enjoy your style of writing. :)

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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your help. This is a real story. Real life teaches us and become our goldmine of memor.. read more
First things first, try not to start every sentence with "I" when writing in first person, the first paragraph is an example of that, it's repetitive, unless you were going for that for some reason as a literary technique i dont know maybe im too young to understand that but thats what I see and I didn't like it. Some grammar mistakes like I think you used mist when you meant midst and the word choice can be improved as well. You did a good job of getting the right tone, if I were you I'd just keep reading through it and making little improvements, it has potential to be an 8/10 but right now id say 6/10 which is good and I've never read a story like this so I don't know how reliable I am and I don't feel like the targeted audience.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you for the help and the honest opinion. I do appreciate.
Wow... The story held me from the very start. It was like reading a diary where the writer has plainly noted the events with his true feelings. Despite the simple and direct flow, it is full of captivating imagery. Emotive in all sense.
The heaviness doesn't wear off even till the end but naturally soothes to some extent. Life is harsh and this piece testifies the same.

I am very happy I read this, Sir.
Thank you.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Read till the ending. Both me and Dorthy learn life can be okay. This is a true story. We find what .. read more
Jyoti_Ablaze

2 Years Ago

Oh very good. I will read it till the end then.

You are very welcome.
A good solid story with interesting people and realistic dialogue. I could feel the melancholy and loneliness of your characters. Your story shows the search for answers in the mysteries of life that seem just beyond our reach. Very enjoyable read.
Richie.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Richie for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
Finding someone to share stories with, to listen to and who will listen to yours.
That's a gift to feel that comfort.
The ending made me smile. :)

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ana. I was lucky. In my travel with the Military. I met many kind people.
WOW! I love this! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! I was drawn in & totally absorbed into your story from start to finish. You have a gentleness to your storytelling that is most seductive & interesting. I love the way you've included a ton of little details to show us yourself & your new friend. I could relate to the way things went, back a few years, when one might feel safe bringing a stranger home for the night. The feeling of trust is flowing thru-out your encounter. I know I've said this before, but this is the best writing of yours I've run across so far. I love the way you reveal so much about yourself & your life & your views about life.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you my friend. This is a rare story I had finished.
she asked me, "Are you dangerous?" I smiled and I told her only to whiskey bottles and cans of beer."
bwahahah. Great story. thank you for the kind reviews. Are you still stationed?
-Oregon


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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I left the Army in 2000. At home in Michigan now. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do apprec.. read more
Funny the old memories that creep in when we start thinking of something new to write. Without the past writers have little to fall back on. Valentine

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

You are right my friend. Memories are the gold of the writer. Thank you for reading. This is one of .. read more
Nice story. I did enjoyed. It inspired me to write about my personal experiences especially in my journeys.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

This is good. Our experiences are the best background for our story and poetry. Thank you for readi.. read more
I really enjoyed your story, thank you for sharing. This is a very different take on NYC than my own, and from what I gather it is a true story?

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Stella Brians

2 Years Ago

Personal stories are usually the toughest.
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold .. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Maya was right.
Stella Brians

2 Years Ago

I really like what I have read of hers :)

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