Slinking backwards in time, listening to modern day men play in a band of yesteryear.
Tearing apart notions of reminders, filling them instead with memories new and creative.
All sponsored by Buddy Stubbs and volunteers for the cause.
Music stopping, starting processes to begin and end midway through it all.
Writing incessantly, trailing along roads in minds today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem