Vía J-Walk Blog me encuentro con dos poemas de Bob Dylan publicados recientemente en The New Yorker. Se titulan 17 y 21.

El comienzo de 17 dice así:

after crashin the sportscar
into the chandelier
i ran out t the phone booth
made a call t my wife. she wasnt home.
i panicked. i called up my best friend
but the line was busy
then i went t a party but couldnt find a chair