Summary:
Thoughts on Bob Dylan on the week of his 85th birthday
Hey hey troubadour
who are you today?
Are you searching for words
while the muse sleeps away?
Is 85 years such a long moving road
for a traveler
who still presses on to the goal?
Hey hey troubadour
what have you to say?
Have you found your own wind
while the rest blow away?
What answers still wait on the questions not asked
for a drifter
who finishes both first and last?
Hey hey troubadour
where else can you roam?
Can you still find the truth
on a new rolling stone?
How many more bells are left still to ring
for a rambler
who sings to both paupers and kings?
Hey hey troubadour
I hope you don’t mind
And ode to you true
In a world going blind
Grant this here fool two more lines just to give
for a poet
who lingers where time cannot live.
Beautifully penned, Brandon. An excellent tribute write my friend. Love all the hidden gems of references throughout this one. Mr. Zimmerman has definitely left his mark on songwriting that’s for sure. Nicely done an amazing read. Appreciate you.
Damian