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Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
Friday, September 17, 2010
in Juarez
Pancho Villa spreading fear
raided north from Mexico
he crossed the Rio Grande river near
the Texas border town of sleepy old El Paso
Bob Dylan meanwhile fingering his
early morning mug of hot cocoa
and nursing a just born baby slo gin fizz
thought Pancho was loco
watching from his desolate square
in Juarez dodging bullets & writing songs
because too few people were visiting there
attending church or righting wrongs
he heard the horses with sweat on their brow
speaking Spanish with envy in their voice
they wanted to be unhitched and they wanted to be given freedom of choice
and then it was Easter time too
the dust of one thousand assassins settled in to chasing children and hunting for sharing a sin and grinning a grin
it seemed they were from another world instead
they didn't believe in Jesus Christ or the game of baseball
and they hit young Robert Allen Zimmerman in his head
just as he was about to call
Pancho Villa on the phone and say
there shouldn't be any more crazy killings today
but the Women's Temperance Union heard the ringing of the march starting from their headquarters in town they began to sing:
"the Cadillac bar is no place for a beer
it's the devil's plaything we've come to fear
put down your glass and begin to think
if it gets too heavy we'll start to sink."
well, everybody heard the protest and began to swoon as their parade route was full of fallen people
and unbelieving spectators and a Catholic saint
hanging with his parachute from the nearest steeple
but no one was looking for a happy hour answer
Pancho Villa was riding into the state & on his knee was a pretty Dallas cowboy dancer
and the crowd didn't seem to mind that he was running late
the band began to play a famous Sodi Miranda song
about Cassanova and how he came to know
that romance never stays around for very long
it always thinks it's time to go
and then they saw Robert Allen Zimmerman fall
just as he was about to call
Pancho Villa on the phone and say
there shouldn't be any more crazy killings today and someone said he was going back to New York City 'cause he'd had enough.
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