Kiss me and say hello..

Old muse is alive.

Kiss me and say hello..

The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed.

Once on a blue moon night,

I told the prettiest girl in Michigan.

I loved her so.

Now the deep Jazz songs make me remember once,

I loved "love."

Now I loved the dark Jazz bars,

now I love the whiskey and ladies dressed in tight red dresses,

who can make me smile and laugh.

I am listening to the song "Elevator to heaven" and pretty and sassy Lilac sat with me.

She kissed my face cheeks and my lips and she told me.

You damn poets seek the dirt of life, love reasons to be drunk

and you love writing to dawn every night. 

You need excuses to cry to paper.

Johnnie, Johnnie. 

Please come with me, take and hold my hips and dance with me to the Jazzy songs.

Please whisper you love me, lie or not?

I do love to hear the sweet words.

She took me to the dance floor and she whispered to me.

You loco writers believe you can save someone,

you can't save someone,

they must save themselves.

I kissed her lips, tasting the black Velvet whiskey on her red lips.

I told her, you are easy like my favorite whiskey, the Black Velvet on a chilly night.

You are as gentle as a Summer kiss near the Lake St. Clair.

Beautiful Lilac, you make me believe love can be sweet.

Please kiss me and say hello.

Dancing Coyote

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

mr dancing coyote, i dont know that you are a family person, but still have that provocative at heart bhadkane ko, to spoil people and let them take bad decisions, you better write dirty politics nobody cares about but stop misleading people with your petty mind.

[Coyote Poetry]

Just words Jessy. Dancing in a Jazz club was nice. Two people flowing with the song. I like the Texas two-step in Texas while I was station at Fort Hood. It is okay to dance and talk. In a lifetime. We will need more friends. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JessyJacob]

thank you, for not taking it negatively, but i felt like you are doing something wrong sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wasn't wrong. I lost two brothers to suicide in my young days. Sometime good jazz and kind voices. Are needed to heal. My world was the old world. We talks, we danced and we tried to laugh.

[JessyJacob]

i know your concern for your friends, they are so great to have you for the care you show on them, its glad to meet you, but somehow feeling somewhere wrong, so please correct it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is fine Jessy. Was a place where strangers could find each other. Maybe create a life?

[John the Baptist]

Actually, I never needed a reason to be drunk. Never wrote until dawn, either; the creative juices stopped flowing by midnight. But if Lilac was as hot as she sounds, I'd let her believe it if she wanted to.

[Coyote Poetry]

I always liked writing in the midnight hours my friend. Lilac was a night owl. Maybe need to write at night? Thank you for reading and the comment.