He’s 80 Monday. A good piece on him in The Guardian:
Thursday, May 20, 2021
THINK the coffee shop down the block from me just last week opened up the little tables inside. I’m not a real big coffee person, but I get my thermos filled with black coffee and sit at one of the small tables that has an empty-for-distancing-reasons table next to me. Some familiar types are back. Art student types. And older folks like me who envy them their youth and dreams and their notebooks. I have been going into the shop for the three or four years it’s been open. But I always went after I’d held my sign on weekdays. It’s different for me this way with no sign. I miss the mission I had. It made the coffee taste better.
Tuesday, May 18, 2021
ON THE HOUSE
I had a dream last
that was real to me—
I never dream of monsters or
as real as any.
The light in the busy place
was tavern perfect and
the people were tavern people but
they were all dressed just a bit better.
I was there living or staying in
one of the booths
though I wasn’t drinking—
I don’t anymore in my waking life either—
and the owner of my old favorite bar
was in there but he was
sitting in a straight-back chair in
the window to the right of the door
like a mannequin.
He didn’t have a pint in his hand.
He was looking for someone who
he was expecting it seemed.
He was going away soon
maybe a trip back to his Ireland.
I felt a bit neglected by him.
We usually talked.
A very tall woman I don’t know in real life
smiled at me real close like in a fisheye lens
as she walked by me sideways
through the people towards the door.
Monday, May 17, 2021
I got the book yesterday. The early pages are very good reading. The writer has a very smart, smart-ass, deep knowledge of Bob Dylan. This is not his first book on him. Here’s a Rolling Stone conversation with him about this 500+ page book which only goes up to 1966. He’s working on the other years now: