Moving Into The Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seething heat of a winter sun here in Phoenix, Arizona,
feeling great, yet soon getting too hot to stay in its
presence.

Moving into the shadows where it's so much cooler and
conducive to sitting, writing and listening to a man
who's band was initiated into Arizona Hall of Fame.

Now playing alone here at Buddy Stubbs, wishing that he
would speed up rhythms a lot more than he's been doing,
a great voice and commanding sense of his musical guitar.