All my friends had settle down.

It is Ken fault. His poem made me yearn for a tavern, a few pretty gals and the Texas two-step. This is a real story. Please don't tell the wife.

All my friends had settle down.

A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me.

A bloody Friday night and my friends.

Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives.

I am singing alone in my house.

No-body love me no-more,

no-one want to have fun no-more.

Their damn wives hate me.

They think I am the bad example.

Just because I made their husband laugh again.

I went to band night in Hamtramck alone and

I was the oldest man in the line.

A hard core lady stood in the front of me.

She had three barely dressed girls with her.

They wore black sexy dresses and stocking.

The rough looking one had written on the back of her jacket.

I give blowjobs for free.

She turned to me and I told her.

I love your jacket, you make me smile.

She had a G.I Joe haircut and she smiled.

She told me my name is Jesse. You are so cute.

And I told her.

You are so damn cute, glad to meet you.

I told her my name was Johnnie be bad.

We discussed Motorhead in the slow moving lines.

The women were a three-some, I believe.

I didn't care.

Was a five band night of hard rock and roll.

I got in and I found me a seat and I ordered many beers.

I sat with my four beers and Jesse joined me.

She asked, can I sit?

I told her. You are the best friend I have tonight.

All my good friends are resting somewhere.

She laughed at my words. She told me.

Johnnie be bad, let's order some more beer.

Let's drink till we cannot see.

We drank the beer I ordered and she bought four more beer.

The music was outstanding.

Each band different and so loud.

After me and my new friend Jesse killed 10 beers and

10 shots of whiskey.

She told me, she loved me and I told her.

I loved her too.

A really pretty girl sitting with a dead-beat boyfriend sat near us.

I talked to her and I made her laugh.

Her boyfriend, a dead fish couldn't believe a old man could steal the attention of his girlfriend.

Her name was Maria, a 23 year old Iranian beauty. Me and Jesse sang together.

"Maria, Maria. Prettiest gal in our world. 

Please dance with us. We love you so.

You are the prettiest girl in our world and

we love you wild and beautiful Maria."

She laughed at our song and she asked.

Please dance with me.

I love to dance and my boyfriend is scare.

We took Maria to the dance floor.

The music was hard and demanding.

Maria went wild and me/Jesse.

We try to keep up.

She was a beauty for the ages.

We lets her go wild into the deep hard rock.

She was smiling and she made me smile too.

She was a natural beauty with the spirit of a lion.

After many songs, she rested in my arms and

I told her. Never accept less.

Find someone to excite your mind and body.

Dead-beat Pete need a lamb and you are a lioness.

The five hours went by quickly and I told Maria and Jesse.

Thank you for this night.

I needed wolves tonight, not cattle and you were wolves.

Maria told me, thank you for teaching me.

I am more than a girlfriend.

I am alive and I need to live.

 

I told her, beautiful Maria, dancing Maria.

Never accept less, always ask for more.

She kissed my face and she whispered.

Please stay the same and one day, we will dance again.

Jesse told me. Johnnie, you are cool with me and my friends.

You are a wild man. You haven't gave-up yet.

Please Johnnie, come back to the club.

Me and my friend will entertain you always.

I kissed her forehead and her lips. I told her.

You are the prettiest gal in Hamtramck and I adore you.

She laughed at my words and she told me.

Don't get old Johnnie. Waiting for death.

Leave us barren.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

A real tale. Anyone willing to wander with Johnnie.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

A gem of a write John, sadly these good times are becoming unsafe for women to be wild and free. To many wackos out there and predators due to our decline in society’s morals. Travel and hitch hiking are just unsafe practices for single girls too many bad guys and not enough nice guys.

[Coyote Poetry]

Still safe place in Motown for the gals. The Detroit gals can kick your a*s. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

Lol maybe too tough for me

[Soren]

Ok Johnnie this seemed a modern version of an ancient tale, trying to steal the heart of Helen of Troy. Glad that no battles were started though. Loved the tale though, just like Homer of old.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. New generation became boring and all my friends are watching Netflix. In my Army days. Always someone to be loco with.

[William Michael Reeves]

Was her laughter the 'happy ending'? Young is as young does, you might say. Takes experience to know how to make a woman laugh. Hopefully the guy learned from the old man the power of laughter.

[Coyote Poetry]

He didn't Williams. New generation are dead fishes. In our young days. We had to impress the pretty gals with our dancing skills and having some fun. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

"I needed wolves tonight, not cattle and you were wolves."

This line sums up how you felt that evening and it was wonderful. Your spirits were so high and you were out there, feeling alive and living it up. Jesse and Maria caught on to you and were instantly attracted to your persona and your mood and what an evening it turned out to be. I'm so happy for you, my friend and I wish you countless such amazing evenings. May the sun never set on your indomitable spirit and your quest for friendship and love!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Divya. We need to be wolves, when we can. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

Indeed, we do. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem, dear friend. Enjoy your day!

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

A wandering soul and whole, wide world ahead. Keep your spirit high, Johnnie.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will try dear Sarah. I did this activity last Winter. Called my friends. Their wives said no. That leaves you Sarah. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

I wish you all good, as always, John.

[Neville]

When you decide to tell a story, you sure do tell a mean story Johnnie C .. and this one I imagine is told exactly as it was back in the day .. unfortunately, I can only award it 100/100 .. I would personally give it more, if allowed :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Are are ready to hit the town Neville. Here my friends got old and lazy and my wife got meaner. Need a wild city. Any wild towns left my friend. This is a true story. Don't tell the wife. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

it was a genuine pleasure sir

[Dave Brown]

Sounds like an episode from 'Hell on Wheels' where the longest and shortest each get a free poke!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Dave. Quiet life may, make us forget. On a lonely and too quiet night. I need a long night in Austin, Texas. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[lightsong]

From all Johnnies' wanders... this one is very interesting. "Johnnie be bad." I couldn't but smile at this :> I don't remember Johnnie to be bad but WILD. it's more interesting to read that it is a true story. and I have to agree, anyone will like to wander with someone who knows how to enjoy each moment, like Johnnie :>

I am still smiling while and after reading your tale, enjoyable one like all Johnnies' stories. Thank You my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

This happen last Winter my dear friend. I am ready to return. Johnnie be bad looking for someone to come alone with. You are invited and thank you for reading and the wonderful comment.

[lightsong]

Oooo Thank You gentleman Johnnie 😊but I must warn The Bad Johnnie though I'm a TERRIBLE dancer but I can be so bad lol

I hope your next journey will be soon and Johnnie will enjoy it the best 💕

[Coyote Poetry]

With rock and roll. Don't need to be a good dancer. Just move your hips and feet. Good late evening from Michigan.

[lightsong]

Move, Move, Move~~~~ Good Evening from Latakia, Syria :>