Every song Bob Dylan wrote or performed can be distilled in a haiku. NOTE FOR READERS: All posts from 2010 to 2014 should be considered out of date. Please disregard them. There are, or will be, new versions of each haiku.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Lily of the West
Name her what you will, Cuckold. You might kill her swain, But you'll do the time!