Rocking In The Arizona Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

This night still rocking, some people have left, but we music
lovers are still here fighting the coldness of this Arizona
desert outdoors.

Bravely writing as others continue to dance and enjoy them-
selves as usual, beats and rhythms changing, rearranging and
slowing down.

Racing faster, stopping suddenly to mess around with the
audience then going right back into the center of the
of the band playing music.