Yes it’s true
I’ve obsessed over you
Took my time
Pored over your lines
You’re a complete enigma,
Enigma Complete.
I’ve been known
To try to clone
Your voice and swagger
And box just as clever
But you’ve been doin’ unique for so long
Don’t know how it’s true
But you’re like some brother who
Has me under the wing
So inclined your songs to sing
Today transposing syllable for syllable
Your quirkiest willfully dissected ditties
Like ‘Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream’
Changing it to a poem called
‘Jinjahman’s 151st Dream’
Now ain’t that pretty?
(fearing that ain’t witty)
You share your birthday with my Dad
Maybe it’s the stars that play me as Sir Galahad
With you and him spinning a grand tale
Tall Triumvirate searching Holy Grail!
But if I take a verse and make it traverse to be my own
It may or may not stand up to scrutiny as befits a clone
You decide
If I should be decried
Or if it glows!
I’ve done it regardless
Forgive indulgence (SUCH meticulous business!!)
Here it goes:
I was sailing on my own star
When I caught a glimpse of man
I dangled out a carrot
I had in my hand
It kept wrangling at me fast
Said, “jinjah, pls wake up
Stand against your pillar
Peel me to a temple, then fill’er up
Change your ways
Fall in, toe the line
We rang your empathy
Thinkin’ you’d draw new designs
Not drift like feather so aimlessly
