Still here listening to Swain's World at Buddy Stubbs,
enjoying the music til the very last song and note.
They're good as always, people thrilling to their
episodic fame in rhythms of favorite tones.
Jamming to the world around them, letting us all relax
and sit in melodies of reminiscent times.
(2: 26 p.m. - 10/26/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem