That evening
I sat in weary happiness on the high marble steps
Of Grand Central Station, still hearing Dylan sing
Through the sweet-smelling air of the Beacon Theatre
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Such a poignant write. I can just see you standing there with guitar in hand in those cowboy boots and waiting for your love, oh the anticipation. This has such a lovely flow to it, it has it all, all the highs and the lows encapsulated into poetic perfection (for me anyway) ! Love it. HG: -) xx
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Such a poignant write. I can just see you standing there with guitar in hand in those cowboy boots and waiting for your love, oh the anticipation. This has such a lovely flow to it, it has it all, all the highs and the lows encapsulated into poetic perfection (for me anyway) ! Love it. HG: -) xx