Rushing through the past, listening to 'Come Back
Buddy' sing a song from long ago.
Remembering all the words and rhythm, totally
enjoying the atmosphere at Buddy Stubbs.
A beautiful morning in every respect, couldn't be
any better weather, if we had chosen it ourselves.
Wonderful bar-b-que, everything perfectly made
and served.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem