Jazzy Tuesday poetry...

Jazzy Tuesday. Time to drink alone, time to dance alone. Allow the song to tell you. You deserved what you got.

Jazzy Tuesday poetry..

1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made me wish for something I didn't need. She asked me. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad. Good boys go to heaven and the bad boys go anywhere they please. Are you my bad, bad Johnnie tonight? I told her, we have whiskey, the Jazz, so sweet, so good. You are looking so good. I believe you and I. We love the sin, we love the whiskey and we love the liar's prayer. If you want dear Sophia. I will go where you want me to be. She smiled, kissed me long and hard. She whispered. Us hell-bound people need safe haven. You and I. Just greedy, always wanting more and more. Can we find peace? I told her. No peace for the Gypsy heart, no peace for people seeking everything. Everything cost a-lot.

2- She was moving slowly, she was moving fast to the jazzy songs. First kiss, last kiss, I do remember. Naked we be, naked we need. The window wide open and the jazz loud and strong. I danced behind her, her hips holding tightly to my skin and I told her. You are sweeter and tastier than the Black Velvet whiskey, warmer than the Death Valley desert. I love you so. You make me believe. We must bleed,  we must give in, to our needs and wants. We must scream to the sky and we must sing the blues to the sea. Better to be slightly mad than accept the quiet road. She smiled and she whispered. We must taste the Bacchus wine and leave the dead folks to accept less. We need open windows, loud jazz and to make love on the patio for the moon to see. Life goes quickly and if we find the unknown path. Locked doors and secure life will kill our souls. I kissed her once, I kissed her twice and I told her. Let's find the fault line tomorrow, seek our secret waterfall. Let's burn some sage and pray for more.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

A song and some words.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

We love the sin, we love the whiskey and we love the liar's prayer. If you want dear Sophia. I will go where you want me to be. She smiled, kissed me long and hard.

Love this part, this is wonderful, passion involved and whiskey what could go wrong, everything! LOL
This is amazing

[Dave Brown]

there's a thing about the rules many of us feel we must follow that could use some revamping
This all sounds like a good option
I can feel the heat rising
good stuff

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave. And I agree. I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

and I bet she said yes .. You are such a sweet talkin spirit Johnnie C ............. which reminds me .. I need to go fetch some more sage from the back yard ................... impressive, beautiful and so very deserving of the 100 rating I have just added to those that came here before me .................... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Neville. I appreciate the kind words.

[Neville]

you are more than welcome Johnnie C .. my pleasure entirely, as always ............ Neville

[Soren]

A wonderful ode with touches of Chris Stapleton.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Soren for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Patricia]

Oh this was fun and exciting! But what is Bacchus wine? Sounds interesting. Terrific write!

[Coyote Poetry]

In myth, the God of wine was Bacchus. Thank you dear Patricia for reading and the comment. Good to feel good and dance some.

[Patricia]

Ahhhh see I learned something new today!

[Coyote Poetry]

Bacchus was a wild God. He loved to enjoy life dear Patricia.

[Betty Hermelee]

A life with wild, of sin, whiskey and passion, why not? can't b a perfect world, so why not open the window wide and enjoy the evening breeze , the jazz music and our skin touching. Bad Johnnie much preferred..... Let's worry about our sins tomorrow, but tonight is still whiskey and play.
Well done!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty. We must enjoy life when we can.

[Betty Hermelee]

You bet dear John

[Ken Simm.]

I think you do these love stories better than anyone else I know John. I love jazz too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I go to the jazz clubs often. Jazz clubs are cool. People, not there to impress. Maybe talk and to listen to the songs. Thank you Ken for reading and the comment.

[Unspoken poet]

Life goes quickly and if we find the unknown path. Locked doors and secure life will kill our souls. I kissed her once, I kissed her twice and I told her. Let's find the fault line tomorrow, seek our secret waterfall. Let's burn some sage and pray for more.

I really love this part, this is wonderful. enjoyed the read.
Love the jazz part. I love a little jazz music off and on.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the jazz. Muse for my writing and thank you for reading and the comment dear poet.

[Chris Shaw]

Living in the moment. Jazz, whiskey and pretty Sophia. There is a lot of loving going on here and I am left thinking, we are a long time dead. Better to love and live and enjoy each other than to let life slip by. You set the scene and I always enjoy where you take me. Thank you for sharing your gift Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. We need good jazz and good company. Even us, old folks. Need to have a few more adventures.

[M. J. Smith]

Let's burn the sage and ask for more...
Sounds like burning the candle at both ends. A short life and a merry one? Better watch that fire water though. Devils in the bottle. Quite a story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you M. J. Smith. Just a poem. Once I young and wild. Now I am older and slower.