9789. A COUPLE OF VERSIONS

A COUPLE OF VERSIONS

Everything has its double, like we

needed that  -  alternate realities

everywhere. You were my mother 

once, and I might have been your son,

but that's all over now (baby) blue too.

Nothing runs longer than the thread to

which it's attached : we come to an ending.

Then we get detached. I lived my own life

among the cider-mines and the salt-domes

of the high, dry plains. You didn't know me

then but I wouldn't complain. Like Bob Dylan

once said, uptown in the east 60's, in 1967,

when he was asked why no one reconized him 

there : 'They don't know me downtown, why

would they know me uptown?' Pretty damn cool