The Jazzy Sunday..

The Jazzy Sunday..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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My best days was on Sunday in Austin, Texas. I would spend the evenings listening to the legends of Jazz.

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 The Jazzy Sundays...


The jazz is best on Sunday night in Austin, Texas. Less people roaming the city and the Jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good.

The Sunday Austin people are cooler, less demanding. Drinking the whiskey and listening to the song.

A magnificent wild eyes beauty is dancing alone. She is swaying like the waves in the sea, drowning in the voice of the singer.

I write to my journal. Beautiful Maria, beautiful Maria. I love you so. You are rawness, heartache and my devil lady. I love you sweet and silky voice and I love to see the crimson sea in your face. You are my Texas tornado who adore the jazz and men who love the whiskey and the sin.

Maria saw me adoring the movement of her hips and her shoulders. She came to me looking wild and crazy. She told me. Black heart poet, you write and you write. Words don't allow you to feel the warmth of my hips against you and the free kisses. Are you waiting for the devil or waiting for me to beg for your attention?

I told her. You can't control the sea, you can't stop the coldness of Winter. A woman who love frolic and the jazz. She decides what she wants. She decides if a man is lucky or not.

She smiled and she whispered. Every Sunday, we play cat and mouth. You and me. We love to steal kisses and the forbidden dance. Maybe I am the dangerous one my darling?

I smiled and I told her. You are so damn beautiful my dancing Maria. You are my nectar, my Black Velvet whiskey kisses. I would go with you to hell and back, if you wanted. She smiled and she told me. Austin, Texas, damn close enough to hell and let's dance to the jazzy songs and forget who we are..

Dancing Coyote

© 2022 Coyote Poetry


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We actually recently moved from Georgetown, Texas to Costa Blanca, Spain.. originally from California..
Anyway, yes Austin is the place to go to for live music.. and meeting..men and a magnificent
a wild eyed beauty... for you!!
Loved this..great story.. perfect while I drink my red wine, write.. at 6:30pm here in Spain..
Lisa

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Hello dear Lisa. My grandfather came from Spain. My last name is "Castellenas." One day, I hope I ca.. read more
Lisasview

3 Years Ago

Connections are oh so important.. I have zero spanish blood but my husband and I believe we have bee.. read more



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We actually recently moved from Georgetown, Texas to Costa Blanca, Spain.. originally from California..
Anyway, yes Austin is the place to go to for live music.. and meeting..men and a magnificent
a wild eyed beauty... for you!!
Loved this..great story.. perfect while I drink my red wine, write.. at 6:30pm here in Spain..
Lisa

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Hello dear Lisa. My grandfather came from Spain. My last name is "Castellenas." One day, I hope I ca.. read more
Lisasview

3 Years Ago

Connections are oh so important.. I have zero spanish blood but my husband and I believe we have bee.. read more
Your stories are always filled with the moment. Easy and lighthearted capturing a different time.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Cherrie. One day I will return to Austin. Write my novel and maybe I will find dear M.. read more
No jazz clubs here. There were once. But no more. And honestly? Sometimes I think the devil's a woman. A silken voiced succubus seducing mortal hearts. Unwary poets have no chance.
Well written, poet.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I agree M. J. Smith. The devil may be a lady and thank you for reading and the comment.
As hot as a day of summer in the Southern states. I am originally from Mississippi. I know about hot and humid days. It is damn close to hell or close enough. You write beautifully. You transport the reader into your story and your words.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Thank you, dear friend. The hot days of Texas were not so bad as long as you had cold beers and cool.. read more
dance and forget who we are....interesting....I always loved to dance...and I would forget who I was.
this piece has such a blues feel to it.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Good to dance often Jacob. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.
huh - i got one of your writings hot of the finger tips
haven't finished reading yet but gotta run - Love ya Coyote - the Dancing Coyote


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Hello dear friend. Have some fun and be safe.

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..