("Stella Starr" wrote)
While peering through the cabin glare
I found a phrase that wasn’t there.
It scuttled off like triplet mice,
Behind my view limiting device.
Alas, poor Ben, we knew ye naught.
With pathos Michael’s tale was fraught.


No Direction Home - Bob Dylan (2005)
With apologies to Martin Scorsese


Montblack ...and now:

"My Back Pages"
By Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.