Late Night Dylan Blues

inspired by Bob Dylan and the Beats

Moonlight on the face of destiny

Today is already the past to me

What happens to love when you can no longer feel?

Life is an illusion never real

 

Hotel motel its all a place

Abandoned buildings filled with forgotten faces

I don’t care too much for daydreams

Rest your eyes by the banks of a dried up stream

 

The undertaker is a friend of mine

Send death the sweetest valentine

Never fear what you can’t understand

Freedom is dust slipping through your hand

 

Have another gulp of Irish Stout

Breath away clouded doubt

Listen to a melody of seventeen fifty-nine

At the pearly gates expect a very short line

 

Some people say I’m fatalistic

I just enjoy burning your plastic

Dancing to the beat of my own drum

Refusing to simply become numb

 

Author's Note

hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I enjoyed and like the style of your verses, rhymes and tempo, I specially liked the end :
Dancing to the beat of my own drum
Refusing to simply become numb

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[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you so much

[Rhianne Ney]

Greatly worded. I didn't leave a review to some since I plan to summarize it all on the last chapter. So forgive me

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

That's cool with me

[Rhianne Ney]

Yeah