I loved you young, faking your age and stealing from Gruthrie, in polka dotted amphetamine hoped era neglecting Baez & chasing electricity , barefoot in the country with blue eyed babies and the sad eyed wife, with white face paint under stark stage lights wearing feathers on your hat, in the 80’s leather clad and back eyeliner , backed by wilburys and suited up wearing a mustache the decade after. i love you jewish, then christian , then jewish again . folk, country, blues, gospel and electric . I play your songs to Esther before she was event born and choose your music as regning soundtrack to my life because they grew and changed with me. transcending time and trends all the other petty stuff the best poets always manage to escape . 77 years young and still on the road . 77 years and still my biggest crush, forever and always .
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