Band playing, rocking the juke box that's lying here on the patio silently at Outlaws bar and restaurant, a perfect place to sit and listen to rhythms as they're sending messages into the universe.
Building upon secrets of the future now hidden in visions that're open to this poetical being, sitting alone, but happy, having a great time in music, feeling it intensely in heart, soul and spirit, rising into the afternoon teasingly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem