A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem hidden in an old journal.
Good days and people are needed in a life.
Need drink, good company and memories.
If you never asked someone to dance. How do you know the possibility and opportunities you could have had and missed?
My beautiful friend Gail wanted to go to San Francisco in the Fall of 1993.
Had a brewery with 500 beers to taste and drink.
She was tall, had long legs and was wild in heart and soul. Everything I liked in a woman.
She was what I needed and I went along for the ride.
We depended on the comfort of stranger. Roaming the streets without fear.
The city was alive and…
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