Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better

Poetry number three for March. Old mind is tired.

Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better....

Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make his drinks strong and always a smile, and a joke to be told. 

Once Michigan boy fell in love with Texas. Now he wear the cowboy hat and he Texas two-steps with the pretty Texas gals. He love the Texas girls. Tall, long and dangerous. They don't lie and they love to drink, dance and make love.

Once he sought Jesus and he saw war. War taught him often. God isn't watching us no-more. The tomfoolery of men had stole the kindness of men hearts and their eyes.

Now he knows. He had a good life. Money for the whiskey, the kindness of the Texas gals and the taverns are open seven days a week.

He been a soldier for along time and he had learn. Damn wars will never stop. Fat and greedy men run our world. He told Pete, the one-arm bartender who make the best drinks in Texas. One more Long Island ice tea my friend.

Beautiful Emily and her daughter come to me. They make me smile with their beautiful Texas smiles. They asked me. Are you dancing or drinking tonight? I told them. I will be dancing with the prettiest gals in Texas tonight.

Emily kissed my forehead and she whispered. Johnnie, you will be okay. I am with you my dear friend.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Soren]

A glimpse into a night at a bar. On the surface it seems just that but everything is out of place, a one handed bar tender, a Michigan boy in Texas, seeking Jesus only to find war, realizing God does not watch us anymore. Human relationships are worth more than anything else.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Soren. We need the kindness of people. Thank you, my friend, for reading and the comment.

[M. J. Smith]

Was a lady of the night up near Columbia, MO. Spent three nights in my tent. Think I knew then it was time to return. But Lord! I hated leaving her! I get it. But maybe God watches you more then you know.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello M. J. Smith. I have found God and lost God. I see God in the beauty of nature now. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JE Falcon]

It's a powerful bit of muse-in yah did here, Coyote, full of those visionary recollections brought to mind. It's been a while since I bellied up, but the memories linger. --- Good write with a Texas "T".

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend. I did love Texas. But was hot as hell in the summer.

[JE Falcon]

LOL, my granny hated Texas, she said there were too many bugs! They landed there after the dust bowl, then off to California in 39.