I was fully expecting to have an audience of nobody at all. People in my area aren't all that interested in science fiction; people in the U.S. [which includes my area] aren't all that interested in poetry; and at 10:00 a.m. on a Friday morning most people are, quite reasonably, either working or at school.
Much to my surprise and pleasure, there were five people waiting to hear whatever I might have to say about science fiction poetry. They liked all five of the poems that I read, they asked excellent questions and they participated in an interesting and energetic discussion.
There you go. An experiment that succeeded. Even without the advantages that Cowboy Poetry has -- without the horses, the campfires, the covered wagons, the Stetsons, the pistols, and all the rest of the romantic doodads -- it succeeded.
It would be enormously helpful if sf poets could take dragons with them to poetry events.