Triggering Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing deeply into rhythms of *Mustang Sally*, taking every-
one with them as they play the melody in fancy moments of
the song that rides out of the past.

Taking us along with its rhythms, not wanting to stop the
music for it tantalizes all of us, people up and dancing,
triggering thoughts of rhythms well into the night.

Placidly enjoying every note being played, sending us in-
to heavenly realms of musical rhythms that always stand on
their own.

Riding the measures into deep folders of tomorrow, never
ceasing to make the rounds, keeping on the straight and
narrow only.