The gin and juice lullaby

Just words

                             The gin and juice lullaby

Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin.

You were fire and I was water.

My greed was to steal everything I could.

We languished in cheap motel till the noon hours and I saw in your eyes.

You knew, I was just a thief.

My guns was loaded with lies and tales.

You were perfect beauty and I was chaos and torrent thoughts.

I remember your last words to me.

"You showed me your 45 pistol and you held the gun to your heart.

You whispered. Damn fake Michigan cowboys carry gun and lies, like a honor.

Us Texas girl, we carry and when we pissed-off.

Bang, bang. You shall die.

You told me you loved me and you need me.

I know who you are.

Just a gin and juice lullaby.

I have found you  in the Belton, Texas tavern, five times.

You stirred my wish to love,

you taught me great lessons.

Us men and women who love the gin and the juice.

Love is wishful dance,

we love to crash and burn in the game of love.

Just remember.

Love can make us want to live, make us want to kill.

Us Texas girls.

Are hurricanes when we are pissed-off.

Please be kind."

Army stole me away from my Texas hurricane. 

I remember her beautiful face and 

I remember she could shoot a can off the fence at 50 yards.

She was so sweet and she had a tragic heart.

She is my gin and juice Texas lullaby.

    Johnnie/Coyote

 

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Neville]

Hey Johnnie.. these are not just words... these are far more than that.. these words are poetry and true.. just one thing, who is gonna argue with any woman that can take a can out from 50 yards and especially with a belly full of gin..... sounds like my kind of gall...Cheers... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Those Texas girls are hellfire and angel. Wonderful ladies and thank you Neville for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

Why did I not come accross any of them when I was in Texas a while back... I did check out the Book Repository and Grassy Knoll but Gin & Juice eluded me.... Fort Worth came a poor second best..... N

[Coyote Poetry]

Austin, Texas on a Friday night. Always alive and kicking.

[Ayesha]

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[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ayesha. I appreciate the comment.

[Zoya]

That's poignant. There's so much more to it than it actually seems. That boundless joy of running into each other, that painful sadness of being pulled apart, never to see the one again...could read all of that between the synapses. I bet this is one of your most endeared memories. Beautiful work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Zoe. You are right. Old memories become sweeter and kinder with time.

[Zoya]

I bet they do :)

[Anna]

This is one very special poem, how the words lit up the deepness in it. The words are the picture you painted.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Anna. I appreciate the kind words.

[Karmee]

WOW!! I totally loved the ending of this write, this is really good.

[Coyote Poetry]

Must be careful with ladies who shoot a pistol with skill and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[emmajoy]

I reckon there are few men who've had such a range of ladies come their way!!! . Plus, as time passes they all still have a special place in your heart and memory - whether embellished or not. You write with such an understanding nature too , never judging, just able to see the good within - I mean any woman who can drink a pot of gin and still have steady enough hands to hit the target .. has my vote.

Much needed smile from the following - Texas girls. are hurricanes when we are pissed-off.
Please be kind."

[Coyote Poetry]

I learn. Texas girls carry a pistol near. Better to polite. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
Coyote

[Ranger Kessel]

I am endeared to the music, but intrigued by this poem. sucks you never saw her again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Military never kind. Always shipping you away from the good things. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ranger Kessel]

sorry to hear of that but at least you have a great memory you have turned into wonderful literature

[Coyote Poetry]

Us people who love to write. We need the good and the bad days.

[Ranger Kessel]

truest of stories my friend.

[sette]

i like the description of the texas girl a hurricane gosh what a girl she was.. strong fearless and at the same time loving... the emotions you have here my dear friend is quite strong and i bet she was or is still a big part in your life

[Coyote Poetry]

I was deployed and I never saw her again. She is a good memory and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[sette]

you are welcome