Sitting here at Outlaws, totally enjoying Cold Front Band,
being outside on the patio, a great and wonderful time being
had, a huge dance floor that holds many people.
Way better than being on the roof, although that was an ex-
perience in itself, appreciating T.C. for letting the band
be outside in the beauty of this Arizona desert.
Also, making it easier on the band, not having to haul all
their equipment upstairs just to play, then breaking it down
and having to carry it back down.
This little poem, a thank you to T.C. for thinking of Cold
Front and those of us who now don't have to climb the stairs
at all, a great place to be, here at Outlaws.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem