The stone face man…


The stone face man

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway. "

Stone face man

In old New Orleans 1993. I found a quiet bar. The music was playing low and the drinks were cheap. I sat down near a old man staring at nothing and ordered a shot of Jack Daniel and a cold tapped beer.

I had my combat pay for going to war. I asked the man did he want a drink?
The man with the stone face didn’t answer for a minute. Silence was his friend.
Words had turn useless and he wanted to be left alone. The stone face man turn to
me and told me. Soldier, I take the same that you got. Good whiskey and beer keep us
blinded for a minute.

The bartender brought the drinks. We taps shot glasses and he…

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