Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Approximately Dylanesque

When all your winners and celebrities
have disappeared of late
leaving little else but memories
like stale breadcrumbs on your plate

When all the ice cubes in your cocktails
have diluted all your strength
and those who queued to share your light
now never nearer than arm's length

Will your promise made with emptiness 
recall the piper's debt unpaid
to the tune of something out of key
when you believed you had it made

Queen Jane Approximately - Bob Dylan
"When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father, to your sister, he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations,
Won't you come see me Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me Queen Jane?"

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