Author Information
Poem for Bob Dylan
My mother always told me,
This she always said,
That you shouldn't put off
To tomorrow, what you should
Do today instead
I never like my mother
I was like a punk back then
I used to read bad fiction
About motor-cycles and Zen
There was a girl I met
In a 9 to 5 in Freale
I held a bible at her face
Next thing she was by me
At the wheel
She said : "You're looking good
My friend, but you're
looking the wrong way."
Her boots had silver toe caps
But her heart was made of clay.
By Highway 6 it was finished
My love of Jesus Christ
The girl ate cheese and pickle
I picked at cajun and rice
We stole a car and hit the bar
And lived like Bonnie and Clyde
We never needed nothing
But we had nowhere to hide
And when the law finally caught us
We were down to our last dime
And I'd had my fill of hustling bets
And a godless life of crime
I did their work right for them
I shot her in the head
And held my hands where they could
see them and this is what I said
My mother always told me,
This she always said,
That you shouldn't put off
To tomorrow, what you should
Do today instead
