Tasting The Old Frontier

Favorite song now being played for everyone to hear this afternoon, moving to its rhythms here in daylight, writing of its many measures of rhythms as they come into the open. Disclosing a secret of this mere poet as she sings Rock Me Mama with the band all the while listening and writing poetry through musical rhythms. Always taking this mere poet into the mountainous deserts, this favorite song's title is actually, Wagon Wheel, but I think of it as my own. The desert comes up to the roof to meet with this poetical mind and intellect, meshing notes and tempos into each and every melody into the atmosphere. Tasting the old frontier first hand, loving how this song makes this poet feel, giving energy and taking away all the sadness and loss of this earthly life today on the rooftop of Outlaws in Carefree, Arizona.