Denver comes back in flashes—like sound checks bleeding through a wall. Dowlen Sound. Red Rocks. Local 7. Mile High. Brooklyn’s. The Loft. Wazee Supper Club—Gian, the manager, his wife, three kids. Bill Gians metal culptures at the mall. Hot air balloons festivals, drifting over lodo and Denver cafés. McNichols Arena. Grateful Dead. Tom Petty. . . .Locals friend had a classic Bronco we’d take to the mountain casinos. That bar—low-lit, half-known one off, met. Annie we clicked but i knew i was not long for here, missed her. . The Chapel—an old church converted, like ‘limelight in nyc bre and I would go she knew all the local owners and…