I think I’ve said it before, about showing up for work. When I show up a poem kinda pops out of the oven. It’s kind of magic. I don’t know how long the magic will last. I’m willing to bet that if I don’t practice a kind of literary rust will happen and I’ll kick literary dust. So today, I’ve got another Dylan number. To be honest the poem happened before the song. That song just kinda fits. So here it is, and you’re to write about it, around it, away from it and then come back to it. Oh right, imagine you’re coming to another birthday and mortality’s knocking.