RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Class Act


Treasures from yesterday, being sung in a small cafe, catering to karoke.
Lifting spirits of people who come in to enjoy one another's company and great voices singing away.
Meals are great, all home-made, and served with a smile.
Good humor fills the environment and laughter is the adjacent sound across from rhythm, playing strong and loud.
A class act, a place to return to again and again.

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013

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This poem was written at the Cave Creek Cafe, a really great place for music, placing itself in poetry.

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