Wednesday, March 2, 2016

meeting mr. zimmerman

you run into
bod Dylan on the street.
he's
not looking into anyone's
eyes. he seems to be
on his own,
a guitar on his back,
a tambourine in hand.
you stop him
and say hello.
he laughs and says do
I know you?
he acts like he doesn't
care much anymore,
as if things have changed.
it begins to rain,
a hard rain,
you offer him
your umbrella, but he says
no.
he prefers
to go inside when seeking
shelter
from a storm.
he rambles on, as he's
prone to do.
you can hardly understand
him, until you realize
he's singing
blowing in the wind.
you nod
as he pulls out his
harmonica
and begins to play,
he segues into Maggie's
farm
then rainy day woman,
after an hour or so, you
tell him you have to go,
he nods knowingly
and smiles
as you walk away.
you don't look back.

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