Enjoying renditions of the Beatles, Billy Joel and
other songs being sung in unison for us tonight.
Sitting in a dim restaurant and bar, listening and
interpreting each note into this measure of poems.
Tranquilly accepting every rhythm being introduced
into the situation and spread around the crowd of
people here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like being wrapped up in a cozy shawl...fabric stitched in sweetly sung refrains of familiarity....Beatles, Billy, bridges and choruses, like welcomed old friends...humming along with just the thought of it. Well executed! Thanks