“The Waltz of the Angels”

johncoyote

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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                                              Waltz of the Angels

I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad smile and he poured the five alcohols into the large glass. He handed me the drink and he told me. “Slow down Johnnie. I have called Jenny. She is coming for you. My dear sister is a broken hearten woman who loved you so. The damn drink will kill you before war and life. She waited for you and you forgot her face and her name.”I looked at him and with a sad smile. I told him. I didn’t forget dear Jenny.  When…

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