She's crazy

She's crazy

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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A re-write

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 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 highway and the new places. Home, was the place where I laid my head down and closed my eyes.

I landed at Fort Hood, Texas. I left California in Winter of 1993 without any regret. California had the sea and she was too damn peaceful for me. I was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas now. Me and highway 35 became good friends. I fell in love with Austin, Texas. 50 taverns and dance halls on fifth street. I befriended the bartenders with large tips and I loved the long legged Texas girls.

On a New Year eve night In Austin, Texas in 1993. I sat alone drinking the Long Island ice teas and watching the people enjoying the night. Pretty Texas girl with the kindest and bluest eyes asked me. Soldier, you are drinking alone on New Year eve. A handsome soldier shouldn’t drink alone. 1994 is coming soon and no-one should greet the new year alone. I looked at her.  Long auburn hair, black mini-skirt and a dangerous look in her eyes.
I loved her tan skin and her long legs. I yearn to hear her talk. She was Texas, heart and soul. She asked me, can you Northern boys do the Texas two-step? I told her, I can and I would love to Texas two-step with you. She asked me, what is your name? I told her, my name is Johnnie. She smiled and she told me. My name is Anna and I’m glad I found you. I’m alone and I need a kind voice and a friend.

We danced till 12 pm. At midnight she kissed me long and hard with the fireworks above us in the streets of Austin. We went back to the dance hall and we danced till closing times. Austin was crazy. 10,000 people overtook the city. Me and Anna went to the river and she took off her shoes, after the taverns closed down. She sat by the river singing some Willie and some Hank. I looked at the stars and I told them. She’s crazy and I could love her so.
She rose-up and she ran to me. She whispered. Time for some breakfast and later, We will talk till we are not strangers no-more. Johnnie, you are alright with me. You make me feel beautiful and I need to feel this my soldier.
I told her, I have no place to go dear Anna.


                                      Johnnie/Coyote

© 2019 Coyote Poetry


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A re-write

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Coyote, is this a teaser for the whole story? Damn! We need more details. This reminds me of Paul Harvey's "The Rest of the Story" (remember that?), except you don't tell us what happened after breakfast. I'm assuming the title is "the end." She was a hot mess that wrecked your world? An exceptional story that leaves the reader wanting more, but maybe that's too much or too painful to write.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

I was station seven years at Fort Hood, Texas. Best people I ever knew. Thank you my friend for read.. read more



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This is nice. You always paint such beautiful pictures in the mind of your readers with your stories. Your reader can't help but get wrapped up in them.

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Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
angelink<allie>

1 Week Ago

No problem Coyote :)
and did they become non-strangers, or just not...
yes, R.E. is right..."The Rest of the Story"--I grew up spending several years in the Chicago area...and listening to Paul every morning...as he would end his broadcast with "Paul Harvey, Good day!"
so we will wait for the sequel from you....you sure can weave an intricate love story.
j.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

Austin, Texas. I read poetry at the poetry readings. Music, poetry and writing. Alive and well in t.. read more
Coyote, is this a teaser for the whole story? Damn! We need more details. This reminds me of Paul Harvey's "The Rest of the Story" (remember that?), except you don't tell us what happened after breakfast. I'm assuming the title is "the end." She was a hot mess that wrecked your world? An exceptional story that leaves the reader wanting more, but maybe that's too much or too painful to write.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

I was station seven years at Fort Hood, Texas. Best people I ever knew. Thank you my friend for read.. read more

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remembe.. more..

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