Rockin' At Stubbs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reeling to the rock n' roll music of Doc and Gaul.
Yes, again at Buddy Stubbs, we are here and having
fun.
Strangers gathering, altogether enjoying ourselves
and becoming friends.
Motorcycles galore, bikers exchanging handshakes,
women smiling like they've swallowed the canary.
A secret, yet well-known hide-away in Phoenix, a
place I will continue to haunt with my poetry,
even after I am gone from this life.

(11: 29 p.m. - 11/20/13)