The midnight blues..

Good jazz, good whiskey and time to think. A good night.

The midnight blues...

1- He loved the bones of her hand.

He loved to hold her hands and feel the hidden softness.

He adored her laughing eyes,

they made sleeping men come alive.

He knew, she saved him from himself and 

he couldn't repaid her.

He told her, you are too kind to me.

What must I pay you?

She smiled and she told him.

My payment is our sea walks in the morning and drinking midnight whiskey with silence near us.

Love demand payment dear poet and my payment is.

You love me till the end of the days.

2- Old man drink the whiskey with a glass of water into the late night.

He sings the midnight blues to the night and

he write. Dead man poetry.

"Bit by bit,

pieces by pieces,

the negative world take us apart.

One day, we will see a stranger looking back in the mirror.

I asked myself. What is left of me?

Bit by bit,

pieces by pieces.

The angry world will kill our soul.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I particularly loved this verse here following
‘My payment is our sea walks in the morning and drinking midnight whiskey with silence near us.
Love demand payment dear poet and my payment is.
You love me till the end of the days.’

It has magic

Loved the whole write
Good job John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie for reading and the comment. Love payment must be paid or our love. May forget us?

[Stuart Munro]

Fantastic poem , Coyote ,

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stuart. I appreciate the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I like how you always weave a story into your poetry. Makes it easy to read.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston for reading and the comment. Time made us wiser or maybe more afraid?

[Throwing Romeo]

Life is too short.

I felt her bones in this.
Romance only breathes
love's unfulfilled desire
i always say.
True connection made.
Reflection make poetic
memories. Thank you.
R.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Throwing Romeo for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

Where there is love, the soul will not fester anger. Love reigns supreme . We live in harsh times, that’s why we have to work for the good and worthwhile. Investing time in those we love and those in need of love. Your poetry is really talking to me today my friend. I don’t look in mirrors anymore.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I only to comb my hair dear Chris. The mirror never lies. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

I know, the mirror tells me that time is moving on :)

[Coyote Poetry]

They do dear Chris.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, to love the bones of her hand...that is very specific love.
Don't let the angry world kill the soul...we just can't...as poets we have to keep hope.
The woman in the picture looks a little bit like Carly Simon back in the day.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. With love near. We can find perfection in the movement of our love.

[John the Baptist]

Like the eros in part one, but part two cuts a bit too close to the bone. I have had that mirror experience myself.

[Coyote Poetry]

The damn mirror won't lie my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Romance is always alive in your poetry despite the wicked and hateful world outside. It looks like you found the secret recipe for life.
Splendid!

[Coyote Poetry]

I am trying Sami. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrrr. Trying we must. You are welcome Coyote.