The whiskey and the beer song...

A re-write. I hope is better.

The whiskey and the beer song.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Easy to hide in the wrong things.  

                        The whiskey and the beer song…

A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each other.

We found each other hiding in a corner in a  dark Austin tavern. We fell together.

Not to celebrate life but to celebrate death.

She told me. “I was a beauty once and many desire my attention.”

I kissed her whiskey soaked lips. Told her. ” Beauty is one more bloody thing to blind us from the truth.

Now we are ugly with disappointment. It don’t matter, beauty isn’t what we need now.”

I ordered a pint of good English lager and a double shot of Jack Daniels.

We sat together daily. Two strangers with no place to go. Somehow misery bring two angry people together.

Somehow we become one for a time. Trying to rebirth the desire for flesh and the mind.

Even the flesh become less needy with no hope and dreams. I wrapped my arms around her in the late nights.

Trying to give comfort to someone fighting dead memories, old ghosts and old pain.

I awoke up early in the morning and I released her and I made some morning coffee.

I poured the coffee into my cup. I added some Johnny Walker to give the coffee strength and taste.

She awake. Her tire eyes looking at me needing a kind voice and coffee.

I poured her a cup of coffee and added some whiskey. I told her. “We will be alright.”

                               Coyote
                               1985

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Two poor souls reaching out for company...drinking down their misery....no real love anymore, that's done with, most importantly the need for each other's life of nothingness. But together, everything will be alright. this is the hope in this tale.
Nice write John
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Betty and thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Older, but not dead. Looks can fade, but people are still the same inside. Love and romance need not die a a specific age. There is much compassion in your words, John. Good one. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I agree my friend.

[John the Baptist]

Late nights in taverns can get depressing, especially if you believe it's all downhill from here. Sometimes in such situations, lonely souls can give each other support. Sometimes.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. After the suicide of two brothers. I sought peace in the taverns. Always someone with a sadder story. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JE Falcon]

Sounds like a Roadhouse Country Song that was written by a Trucker, who just dropped off his load and had a two day wait for another. --- In other words, I liked it! :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

I did go to three Hank Williams Jr. concerts in Austin. I did love Texas highway 35. Was a country song being written and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Allino]

Love it!! Beautiful and very mesmerizing every word has such strong meaning to this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Allino. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Allino]

It's an honor!!

[Soren]

Gritty and down to earth. It conveys its thought and leads to its ending with some expectation that things will continue the same. I liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Soren. Nice to find people in the same boat. So, you are not alone.

[Ada]

A lot of poems I've been reading lately deal with misery and unlived dreams. It's nice when you have something larger in life that keeps you going no doubt.

[Coyote Poetry]

You must find purpose and reason. I was lucky. Purpose and reason found me. Thank you dear Ada for reading and the comment.

[Lisasview]

Not sure why but I got chills reading this just now..
Does seem more like a short story than a poem..
I really really like it..
Lisa

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lisa for reading and the comment. We can fall so low, we can't see daylight. I believe. You must want to be saved, to be saved.

[Lisasview]

Yes, people that want to be saved must WANT to be saved..

[Coyote Poetry]

Some folks can't be saved dear Lisa. I lost five brother to drink and the drugs. I tried to save them. I couldn't.

[Lisasview]

Yes, but at the end it is up to them. They need to save themselves.. Trying to save anyone from drink and drugs only make one co dependant and never allows them to hit the bottom..which is the only way to move up and out. Gosh 5 brothers..horrible really horrible and such a waste of life..

[Coyote Poetry]

Mess me up in my days of youth. I joined war to escape their memory. Thank you for the kind words dear Lisa.

[Lisasview]

You are so welcome.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Painkiller works for a little while then it wears off leaving a headache and a fiery gut. The only thing I've known to help cope with misery is work. I pour myself into some chore that distracts better than the whiskey and that way, at least I accomplish something. When I'm worn out from the work, I sleep. I'd never put whiskey in coffee though. I enjoyed this write. It was atmospheric and tinged with hope.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Fabian. Old school, the cowboy days. Whiskey was the coffee cream. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[M. J. Smith]

Bittersweet. The romance of the drink wearing off. Slightly reminds me of Sunday Morning Coming Down.
Cash knew how to pick them. The kind of write only a grieving heart could conceive.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you M. J. Smith. Even the Devil need a place to rest.