visions of Johanna

Yesterday was Bob Dylan’s Birthday
It would be difficult to verbalize the impact he had on me
Every song he wrote, when it came out, was like another breath of air to a young man being asphyxiated by banality
He wasn’t always deep but to me he was a million suns shining on a dark land.
I was in Washington DC at the time …
My father (also a pretty good folk singer ---
also the chief of staff of the Chairman of the ways and means committee of the US house of representatives
during the Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon admins) always said --- ‘he writes good songs but he can’t sing’ …
Me? I never knew you could be so free …
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Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
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The picture is my lovely wife Joan blended with apple blossoms