Bob Dylan,
In you
See I, hear I
Allen Ginsberg,
In you, in you
The Beatles singing,
Striking the guitar,
The faded romantics
After fatigued with
Cigar, wine and marijuana
Singing Hare Rama, Hare Krishna,
bob Dylan,
Your song
The song of life,
Your music
The music of the soul,
Of the heart,
You going by the beat,
The guitar croaking,
The wires tinkling
And you fumbling and mumbling
The words
Half-said, half-spelt
As if were drunk and down,
Singing and singing,
Playing the music
You Bob,
Bob Dylan.
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