Dylan at the CD Exchange

June 23, 2015

It was fall. The students were back on Kirkwood bustling in and out of shops. Punks playing in the park. Street musicians hanging out at the steps. I walked to Dunkirk Square where there’s a series of stores. At the plaza stood an old beggar man. He had a gnarled hat, weather-worn face, crooked nose, a walking stick,black sunglasses. His arm reaching out. He wore a tan, long, trench-coat, and had a silver tin cup in one hand. He called for change. […]

written in 1995

June 23, 2015

I went on a drinking binge for you. Call this a hoax, Made it a joke, This ain’t no lie folks. Throw that on your lap and try to move with it, groove with it, And your coolie friends I’m not let in on, If I’d have stayed with them, they woulda been gone, Call that havin’ fun, just like the rest of them. Heard you said I’m selfish. You may be right, but I’m better than butter when it comes down […]