Diggin’ For Some Dylan

A tribute poem I wrote to Bob Dylan and long lost lovers everywhere. See how many Dylan lyrical references you can find.

 

At five a.m. he sits straight up in bed

For the first time forgetting his tired aching head.

The birds are still sleeping and he sees a place

With some blood on the tracks but a kind gentle face.

Today is no different than any long day

Yet he kneels by his bed and begins to pray.

A tear rolls down his hot swollen face

What feelings inside must he learn to replace?

The buckets of rain that no longer serve

The curves in the road now seem so absurd.

He’s starting his engine; he’s starting to drive

Is he already there? Did he already arrive?

 

He’s diggin’ for some Dylan in the mud down on the farm.

He rode three hundred miles, what could be the harm?

He’s diggin’ for some Dylan in a distant foreign land

A smile that beckoned in the night to take him by the hand.

 

It’s twelve o’clock and she can’t get to bed.

A slow train’s a’comin’ inside of her head.

Was everything ready? Were all things in place?

For this Jack-A-Roe and his freewheelin’ face.

The night slowly passes and brings a new day

It’s Sunday morning–a good time to pray.

She looks in the mirror and stares at her face

What feelings inside must she learn to replace?

The fighting and distance that no longer serve

Fades off to the sky and seems so absurd.

She’s looks at the clock; he’s started to drive.

Was he already there? Did he already arrive?

 

She’s diggin’ for some Dylan in the mud down on the farm.

In pieces scattered to the wind, what could be the harm?

She’s diggin’ for some Dylan in some ancient family place

For a comfort she can find inside the mountain lands of grace.

 

It’s late in the morning when he pulls up the drive

He’s finally there; he’s finally arrived.

They can’t find the right words when they look to their eyes

It’s been twenty odd years and so many goodbyes.

The dogs are a’howlin’ and the wind starts to blow

Their lives are wide open so they don’t really know

What to think of each other and what they should say

So they pour out some coffee and silently pray.

They spend the day laughing and trail off to their beds

Strange visions are festering inside of their heads.

Sleep doesn’t come fast but it comes nonetheless.

Tomorrow’s a long time they both quickly confess.

 

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan in the mud down on the farm.

Looking for something they lost, what could be the harm?

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan in a driving, hard rain

Waiting for the records to play and wash away the pain.

 

The week goes by quickly and it’s time for goodbyes

But he’s not selling any alibis.

Her boots are still muddy; his hand starts to shake

Why does leaving now bring such deepening heartache?

She feels a wall fallin’ and tangled in blue

She confesses to him “I will miss you too.”

He’ll return in a week or a month or two years

And release sleeping giants slumbering inside of tears.

She gives him a hug and he touches her face

Those feelings inside he’s begun to replace.

He starting his engine, he’s starting to drive

Now it seems a whole lifetime when he first arrived.

 

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan in the mud down on the farm

They have to go their separate ways, what could be the harm?

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan to play a song or two

A whisper to the wind that says “I will remember you.”

 

At 5 am he sits straight up in bed

He’s not on the farm; he scratches his head.

Was it all just a dream, this heavenly place?

Was he ever really there? Did he touch her face?

She gets up so slowly to face a new day

She hasn’t the will so she begins to pray.

She looks in the mirror and it reflects a new face

Those feelings inside she’s begun to replace.

In the flood of their lives they must dutifully serve

But time slows to a stop and seems so absurd.

He’s starting his engine; he’s starting to drive

But deep in their eyes they’ve already arrived.

 

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan in the mud down on the farm

He’s coming back to see her, what could be the harm?

They’re diggin’ for some Dylan in the mountains of the soul

For a story they now believed brought pieces to a whole.

 

It’s been twenty odd years since that long hot June day

The skies are not stormin’, the clouds far away.

God answered their prayers and they found the light

The damage was done but it’s now out of sight.

The katydids whisper and the flutterbies fly

A new kingdom was born in their hearts they decry.

The trees on the farm have grown tall in these years

Soaking up water from smiles in their tears.

She turns to her man and he touches her face

Those feelings inside they had learned to replace.

The walls are all down, and she takes his arm

‘Cause they found their true love on Willow Tree Farm.

Yes they found their true love down on Willow Tree Farm.

 

They found themselves some Dylan in the mud down on the farm

He touched her face and smiled as she took him by the arm.

They found themselves some Dylan and they play it night and day

The pain, the sorrow and the loss now buried in the hay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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