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| Jim the rover with coffee |
Dylan, me, Leon & a wild Irish rose
Sunday 14 Aug convention hall Asbury Park
time is 7 pm myself =(Jim the rover) & Doreen…wandering
among the throngs of over 50 + some misguided
youth stranded in the rainy day woman
multitudes entered the hallowed halls to see
a shadow of a symbol of the greatest poet laureate
of my generation the legend Bob Dylan
opening act the Leon Russell band
the silver fox in shades & a white Moses beard from the 60’s
banged on the ivory keyboards to such favorites as
jumping jack flash is a gas gas gas….he & a great back up band
mixed his songs & classics together … roll over Beethoven
& I just saw a face…………..wild horses couldn’t take me away
then the stage went dark…silence flashing lights….huge roar from the crowds
& the man himself on the keyboard whined about honey you look funny
in that Leopards skin pill box hat…… I was all tangled up in blue
chasing the visions of Johanna……………harmonic speaks volumes as
I spent one nite too many in Mississippi,with Ramona when the ballad of a thin man
made me revisit highway 61…how did it feel like a rolling stone
all along that watchtower,located positively on fourth street
where the jugglers & the clowns were doing tricks for me & I am so much
wiser now, I should not let anybody get my kicks for me……
summing up I was in the presence of a 70 yr old shell in a 100 yr old venue……
bob it is time to take the early out….hang up harmonica & guitar
but continue to write for those that have the pipes & voice
in fact there is an opening in my writers group
we meet on desolation row
The end
A complete unknown
Ps.Yes Dylan was stopped in Long Branch & had no ID
James P. Gorman 
Without readers a writer's quill dries up & he fades into obscurity
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