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'Dylan at sixty-eight' ** timothy r gates, 11/06/2009

two hours straight, and
more
all along the watchtower encore,
with a parenthesis Hendrix styled solo
no rambling intro words
no apologies for words
changed or forgotten,
just played and kicked it
yes, for two hours straight, and
more
animated
old and neo-rock and roll
new and nostalgic folk and blues
unintelligible intelligible,
ebb and flow
swaggering grin
Dylan at sixty-eight
serves it up straight, tall, leaving
you wanting more
save that you're as tired
as he and the band
merely a minstrel, he
would say
why he's not passee
not lock stepping to another's voice,
save for the watchtower,
of whom we all face
Dylan at sixty-eight
Crossroads' demons and angels, smile
glad that neither won this minstrel's soul,
like Cash,
hurt's joy known,
blown,
shown.
Heaven's hellish cool
Dylan at sixty-eight.

**I do remember, as such,rockin' with bands in the sixties at the Canton, Ohio MemorialAuditorium, now called 'Canton Memorial Civic Center.' It was great to see andhear the famous and infamousBob Dylanat the same place from my youth. The difference, save for my illusions of memory forming of thenight, and for the lack of a smoke filledroom or the lack of any hallucinatory additives in my system - it was justway so cool, what i would sayin my youth when an experience was beyondadequate expression. just way so cool.
living grateful one breath at a time, timothy