i once met
the man
at a dispassionate burger king
in dry ridge kentucky
during his small venue tour
my wallet held tickets
to the upcoming bogarts show
he rode in on a motorcycle
beside a body guard who resembled
mr. T wearing less gold
such a small man
but he plays as big as god
ordered a whopper no cheese
with a diet
ate it quietly
before he walked out
he wrote on a napkin
gently sliding it in front of my shaking shock
“beautiful brunette girl,
i do not deserve your tears…”
-bob dylan”