Ode to Lucky Zimmerman

Bob Dylan - Tempest (Back)A dry bone voice from another era
Speaking straight to my soul.
Roaming and rambling
Following his footsteps
Down that dusty old road
Those other voices have worn
Then setting off down the roads
Worn only by time:
Dead end dirt roads;
Paved over superhighways
That lead everywhere
Except home.

September, 2005

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