Bob Dylan: Haiku 61 Revisited

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Bob works his ass off,
And for what? That goddamn sun
Sure has it easy.

She messed him up good.
Bob's way beyond her -- he's sick.
A junkie for her.

Profound or pompous?
Bob joins U2 on this song.
It gets dramatic.

Bob's next awesome girl:
Independent to a fault.
Secretly needs him.

Bob learns the hard way
What love is from a cougar,
Who talks to her ex.

Love her with feeling.
Shake it that way too, Bob says.
Or don't. Up to you.

Henry doesn't love her
So she kills him. That's one way
To keep your man true.

Gamblin' and whorin'
And drinkin' set this singer
On the lost highway.

He's Bob's little one.
Even though Bob made him, he
Asks help from God.

You're a man killer
So I got another girl.
You have a new man.

Man locked up in jail
Is feeling bad because he
Can't see his woman.

Young'un goes rambling,
Suffers, goes stone-cold crazy.
As you guessed, he dies.

Bob sang this down south
With Eric von Schmidt, but it is
Nowhere on the Web.

Lawman needs a con
For his new hound dogs to hunt.
Long John escapes them.

Keep the line open
So I can talk to my girl.
HEY -- I'm not joking.

Man executed
For murder. His alibi
Was adultery.

Bob hints that events
Like the crucifixion
Happen nowadays.

Go to Lonesome Town
To forget? An odd choice, Bob.
It sounds damn lonely.

This girl leaves her man.
He sits by the river bank
And moons at midnight.

White guy killed Hattie,
Six months ain't no fair sentence.
Correct this crime, judge!