Johnnie singing the low, low man blues

Some words.

 Johnnie is singing the low, low man blues

Johnnie told the pretty lady near at the Stray Cat Inn.

The whiskey isn’t strong enough to kill the memory,

the jazz songs ain’t sad enough.

Johnnie so low, so damn low.

I see the Devil smiling  and looking back at me tonight.

I drank the American whiskey first,

just made the inferno memory of her.

Come back to me, haunting my thoughts.

Now the Irish whiskey making me know fire and brimstone.

I don’t want revenge,

I don’t want hate.

Just forgiveness and the locked door to be open again.

The pretty lady asked, did you sin so badly,

did you hurt her and brake her heart?

He looked at the kind lady and he told her.

I broke my own heart and I didn’t do enough,

I wanted the wrong things, 

left a pretty lady alone.

Making money and I was never home.

Lonely woman will forget the sweetness of love.

One day,

the lock on the doors will be changed and your things,

be put away in storage.

The woman looked sad and she whispered.

Johnnie, Johnnie.

Love is a two-way street.

If one cannot find home.

The sweet love can die.

She ordered two Irish whiskeys and she raised the glass to the sky.

She whispered, to us, who wasted the gift of love.

I took the whiskey, I touched her glass and I told her.

Yes honey, we do not appreciate the gift of love.

More foolish people than wise.

                 Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Laura Kate]

Coyote.... it is so sad to think that people waste love but it is true. I have seen it, and it is so sad.
'Just forgiveness and the locked door to be open again.' ... but what if it's too late? If they've moved on? If they can't forgive?
It's heartbreaking. I've been the lady alone, I unlocked the door so many times but could only open it two....
Loved this, really great work. You have a gift for telling stories.
Laura.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Laura. All of us made mistakes. I tell people, be kind in love. No take-backs. Even the kindest of heart shall remember when the heart was broken.

[Laura Kate]

And I imagine that even the cruellest of hearts won't forget.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

What a torrid subject, loved fought for, music pillaged, and all the while we stand and stare in disbelief, well done, good read my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Thomas. I believe most of had said. I wish I did different. I appreciate the comment my friend,

[AJNJ]

Good Morning Sir,
I just have to express my whopping gratitude for this poem, a subject after my heart. Being someone who loves his drink, your words made deep inroads into my heart. Yes, who says we drink to forget? We drink to remember!

"just made the inferno memory of her."
"Now the Irish whiskey making me know fire and brimstone."

Yes. That's how it goes!

Forgotten love, broken bonds, bitterness, locked doors, they all melt away for we are creatures of love and made to love. The whiskey here symbolizes an ambrosia for a thinking, musing, loving heart.

Your poems bring back the magic of past love every time. You have known every shade, hue and colour of its beauty and you are a very blessed poet! Kudos!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Most of us had try to forget love. Hard to do. My old dad told me. Best way to forget a lost love. Get a new one.

[AJNJ]

That is wisdom in its purest form. I applaud your father. He knew the secret of life.
You're welcome sir.

[h d e rushin]

I watch the footage of the Newport festival in 68 last night and was intrigued at how early rock and roll had it's very tentacles in American blues. Joplin, Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, James Cotton, the Who....all of them touched on the blues at this festival, not just as lyric drawings, but to signify (as you have) that blues and loss is the prophetic marvel in which most "true" love affairs exist....Beautifully written...dana

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the blues, I love the Jazz. Here in Detroit, we are blessed with legends. The Stray Cat inn in Clinton play Jazz on Monday and the soul on Wednesday. The old timers from Detroit come and play for us. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Fools must be fools to be wise....locks on doors never remain locked when time and place right nothing can stop it from opening....🌹🌹🌹🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometimes good to turn away. Take two to tangle and one to forget. Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i had some other vices, but did a similar thing...looking back...i can see it now...hindsight is 20/20 as they say...regrets come too late to do anything about.
such a bluesy, sad piece. Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I listen to sad Jazz too long today. I need some music and a new voice to sing. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.