Photography by Artist, Jasper James
Slapped by labels, sprinkled with stardust,
and he’s worn the tread off of more than a few
pair of boots. He’s snapped more strings
than gum snapped at a bazooka joe convention.
He’s been spelled by potions and powders,
fondled by hungry groupies, and chiseled by
more than a few managers. He’s had new loves,
breakups, cat fight jealousies, and regroups.
He croons to soothing clickety-clack
in his sleep as he goes from town to town.
He can’t remember how long it’s been since
he’s been home. He carries her in his soul
like a turtle carries home; it’s all the way down.
The figure in the photo looks like a young Bob Dylan to me, which is why my poem is in honor of him.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.