This was a Dylan day

Full of romance and

Mysticism

I sang along

With blood in my eyes

And wandered at

The women I have 

Loved

And would we still

Be together

If I was Bob Dylan

And was

Forever young. 

 

But tomorrow will be

A day of anger

And hate

And I’ll sit in my car

And shout

Punk

Rancid songs 

Out loud

At pedestrians

And driving 

Incompetents

Oi Oi.

 

Yesterday was 

Tom waits day

The day of metaphors 

And lots and lots 

Of words that I

Wished I could

Write

About my 

Wild years

And my mind was 

Free

As I sang to 

The rest of the

World through wet

Wiped windows 

On a slow traffic day

Downtown.