I recently renovated my office at home and put up my treasured Bob Dylan poster on the wall. Not only is Bob Dylan an artistic hero of mine, he also plays a huge role for me in learning about the craft of great writing. As for the poster; the story of how I acquired it is one of my most treasured New York moments. So, in the spirit of sharing, here is a brand new poem I wrote to try and capture that moment when Bob and I crossed paths in his most famous New York haunts (metaphorically).
the hard rain surfacing from a gig in a dive bar where they are handing over chunks of the bar and pints of Courvoisier because they’re “Closing down, tonight motherfucker, tonight!” I ask for the huge poster of Bob Dylan hanging on the wet wall by the swaying bartender “You’ve got a lot of nerve, But, fuck yeah, take it bro” he says with a wink I throw back my drink balance Bob’s wiry frame over my head for shelter from the storm freewheelin’ outside into the concrete caverns the thin mercury sound of wild Village wind washing rain inside my shoes my heels still wandering to the subway station at 4th street positively singing