A hard rain’s gonna fall, and all I can think of
is my sad eyed lady of the lowlands.
A rainy day woman, she stands
down in the flood watching
the river flow. The current is strong
and I’ve been gone far too long;
bound with cold irons. I miss home.
And if I gotta serve somebody, it may as well
be her. I’d been stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
I shall be released and I’ll be knocking
on heaven’s door; her blue nightgown
tangled at our feet. No longer love sick.
Memories thick and windblown, she’s shown
she can love just like a woman. Lay lady.
Lay with the pent up passion of the
hurricane within. Don’t have second thoughts.
It’s alright. It’s a changing world
I have resurfaced; have a purpose.
Your rolling stone has come home.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik- 2016
Based on the songs of Bob Dylan
dVerse Poets Pub – MTB: Bob Dylan

37 thoughts on “HOMESICK BLUES

  1. There’s certainly a depth in all those words and the way you weave them together. I think that’s why Dylan is an artist and we can all respond and write something that stands out based on his words.

  2. “Memories thick and wind blown..”.and tying in his words from different pieces…and Mobile and Memphis. An excellent narrative in this a tribute to Dylan.

  3. Glenn Buttkus

    You earned all the accolades posted above, for your poem is a strong melding of little Al Dylan & Sir Walter.Like me,you found a way to weave his words into yours, & pure Bob emerges, sans judgement; nice.

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