last Friday I went toa birthday party gigto celebrate BD’s birthday(only three weeks late)there was a Dylan covers bandwith a singerwith white facehat with featherblack waistcoat
skinny jeanshigh-heeled bootset al.who looked uncannily likeBD of Rolling Thunder period17 people cameknock out the band’s wives and mollsthat left an audience of 13
what a way to treat BD!
I said two poemsincluding the one below
It was written in St Albansin 1970it was nearly one amand I was walking backafter seeing a young woman(a possible future amour?)*homethe sound of Dylanwas coming fromGinger Mills’ portable playerwith a shoulder strapyou posted 45s likeletters through a slotand it automatically playedI’d never seen one beforeand haven’t sinceand it was given to Gingeby a young Tom PettyAmerican girlwho was visiting SnorbensGinge and I metat the top of Holywell Hillby which time he wasplaying LIttle Richardit’s an abiding memoryof Ginge**whichI’ll never forget.J.* the romance hardly started.
but ended very painfully
**link to Ginge got to:
The Ballad of Ginger MIlls Shagrat Records
summer songdream night moonlightand the tall old housessilent on the steep hilla distant wirelesscrackles over the balmy airsends Dylan rockin an rollin
through the ancient alleysof the cityhow does it feel?sweet as the scent of mimosarising from the brick-walled gardenshow does it feel?soft as the darkling breezestirring the wall-hung ivyto be on your own?so peaceful under this bright wide skywith no direction home?following the north starand the swimming moona complete unknown?among the unknown night strollersslipping quietly to their bedslike a rolling stone?gathering nothingon these concrete pavementsbut happy this summer nightthe song fadingthe streets emptyingtired and singing...…Jeff Cloves
Pic: Claire Palmer......