How does it feel, to be on your own

Well I’m reluctant and disappointed to be on the train and blogging at 10:30 the night of a Bob Dylan concert....sadly.... I bid adieu long before mister Zimmerman was done....his set list on paper was ideal...his renditions were bloody awful...oh well, I knew what I was getting myself into....at least the $10.50 blue Moon was cold.

Bowling Green update

The little publicity stunt, free advertising for a loathsome brokerage house; is gone......fearless girl has been moved...but of course the city allowed the firm that sponsored her to leave behind a placque on the ground inviting tourists to stand in her shoes......oh....and to remind everyone the name of the firm that sponsored it......the city..in their infinite stupidity; has now threatened to move the iconic bull too....after 30 years they have decided its a public safety issue.... in reality they are furious that the artist threatened to take the bull back if the little girl wasn’t moved.....I blog for the 22nd century...let these atrocities live forever.

sometimes.....feel so low down and disgusted

can't help wonder what's happening to my companions (Dylan)….when the lights grow dim, and the camera is off, when the audience leaves and the spotlight gets pointed offstage......when nobody is watching your grand gesture and nobody is listening to your shouts of appreciation, do they still happen ? if a tree falls in an abandon forest is it worthy of a twitter post or a hashtag ? In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

And every stop is neatly planned

For a poet iand a one man band (Simon & that other guy)....well I am that one man band....and my stops are neatly planned....today I’m headed to Bethlehem ( no , not Jesus) Pennsylvania....we have a wedding there on Saturday night....but today my solo mission is to roam the streets of downtown Bethlehem, searching for beer and the ghosts of a forgotten past....to walk the ancient empty streets ( too dead for dreaming)..I have come A day early with a list of establishments I wish to explore....I was bitten by the Kerouac bug at a young age....the nomadic caravan of traveling with the Grateful Dead, my years in the navy sailing the 7 continents and my sojourns on Amtrak , cross crossing the country and following the party....I was blessed with a good memory and I never forget a bar ...I would like to think that if I were dropped out of a space shuttle orbiting the earth, that I could find a suitable public house for Ales and tales within the hour....assuming of course one could survive re-entering earths atmosphere....but not only would I find a bar, but I would have it stored in the cognitive part of the brain from a visit in this lifetime....real or imagined.....today I take the train to the port authority and a bus back to Bethlehem....I quench my thirst in RIPPERS , have lunch in fegleys, pop into HARD BALL CIDER for what else ? A cider, down the hill for some whiskey in the Red Stag and some local craft beer in Joe’s Tavern....that should bring me to 3oclock, whenst I can Uber to my hotel and check in...the evening requires a shirt change and a new set of bars in the Lehigh valley....pj whelihans, Maloney’s ( I think) and dinner in a steak place called PRIME....but I doubt it is....night caps will be offered to all still standing at the lobby bar of my hotel...and one hundred thousand years from now I will still recall the names, faces and the stories they will tell...from a tiki bar in Fort Lauderdale in the early stages of dementia, I may ramble a sentence or two about this very day , before snapping to attention and the tasks at hand....leaving all within earshot confused BUT amused....But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me”

“She can take the darkness out of the nightime

And paint the daytime black “.....do yourself a favor and don’t bother buying the Post today....put it this way....the election results are the least offensive thing you will read....I recap in no particular order....a douchebag by the name of joe Russo in staffers nj was sentenced to 90 days in jail for killing a service dog in training by fracturing its skull....a 13 year old was raped by an adult male behind a deli in queens....the Girl Scouts are suing the Boy Scouts because the Boy Scouts are changing their name to the gender neutral SCOUTS.....a 10 year old girl murdered an infant that was in her parents day care center...and 100 refugees from Honduras that were marching across Mexico were kidnapped by drug lords that run the desert.......I’m waiting patiently for GOD to say enough is enough