Dinkytown

Dinkytown

            when all seems lost

I recall another time when I

dressed in vintage t-shirts &

courderoy flares

wore my hair long & straight

& the scent of sandalwood

curled through the air

                        accidental days gone

by

when I wore floral blouses to greasy

spoons for strong coffee w/ a sugar-

coated bare chested bearded man &

a time when I

brazenly turned to the Dylans both

Bob & Thomas

            for mild mischief

when all seems lost

                        time travel is possible

do not go gentle into that Dinkytown …

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My bud came along with a prompt this morning, Bob Dylan. Ironically, ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ shuffled on while I was deep in thought.  I considered writing a poem about throwing heavily markered cue cards in an alley but that seemed lazy, no? Where this little ditty came from, I’ve no idea except to note the correlation between the two Dylans and a specific time and place I wish I had witnessed.

In propinquity,

Nic