Sunday 14 May 2017

Bob Dylan and The Moon.

London Town/April 2017

Did you get the desk cleared?

Not a chance.

Are you happy about that?

Not really, but it’s the least of my unhappiness.

Are you unhappy?

No, but there is a deep lying undercurrent of something that surfaces every now and again.

When you drink wine?

When I drink wine. When I don’t drink wine. When I watch the sunset; hear the cuckoo call; see the full moon.

The full moon?

Especially then.

That was last week.

It’s once a month.

Quite a lot then.

Most of the time.

Bob Dylan?


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