Minus Scowls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Easily rocking to the music, watching as smiles are
suddenly appearing on faces in the Wagon Yard, while
dancing to rhythms.

Stepping to beats of the drummer, leaving bad moods
outside the door and going in minus the scowls, truly
a place to pick up and lift everyone's spirits.

Chasing notes as they rapidly race around in time with
beating drums, loving the wonder of rhythms that grab
hearts, minds and souls of everyone who enters this
establishment.