Dylan,
with that unmistakable
" been there, done that"
voice-
it bears no honeyed
sweetness
just grit,
honest
sung oh, so true...
and this ballad
folksy
it's like a corrido
in English
it's harmonicaed
blues
narrating misadventure-
definitely a man's...
Still,
I identify
all too well
for my reminiscences
of Juárez, tortured
city
live in my heart.
While the music
is a balm,
like good tequila
it soothes sorrow
though only awhile...
And the lyrics,
like Joplin's
meander sullied roads
they commorate
the fearless,
who shrink neither
from
life
or death-
who dare
and shout gritos
into the unforgiving
wind.