Coyote Call

Sure I was drunk, drunk as a skunk and stuffed to the gills, as well! My eyes were leaking Sailors Rum that must’ve been cooked in hell! Lord knows I like a healthy jolt that drowns the week away. The bar was chocked with pretty gals - it wasn’t hard to stay. So I sauntered up to one or two, or stumbled so I’m told. I closed an eye to set my course, and sailed for buried gold. And I anchored by this pretty gal, to gaze into her eyes. My magic worked. We left the bar, my arm around my prize. I don’t remember much from then, it must have been some chase! I woke to aches I’d never known and knew I'd won the race. The room was spinning round and round. A snoring hurt my ears. I didn’t want to turn and look, but I always face my fears. I jumped like I was stung by bees and tripped into my pants. I hit my head against the door and left her to her rants. I’ll drink my sorrows down tonight and dock another bar. Perhaps I’ll get what I deserve. Or find my lucky star! - 04/20/2015 04/20/2014