What if the woman who’s leaving Bob Dylan in Boots of Spanish Leather returns one day?
Maybe instead of boots she just brings her older, softer, leathery self to a cafe where it’s said Dylan sometimes drinks black coffee.
I imagined that woman
and with her in mind, played a little with blackout poetry.
It’s the first time I almost like the result.
Take Heed
I just thought you might want
a long ol’ time alone.
From the storm
From the Mountains of Mad.
I remember saying
I don’t know when I’ll be back
back to where time
depends on true love.
Can you ask me again?
Just carry yourself back to me spoiled.
That’s all.
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(You can listen to 50 different covers of Boots of Spanish Leather on YouTube or this sweet Lumineers version.)
