the accidental islamophobe
i don’t know why
but i got on this bob dylan trip
with my wife
as we were walking through the neighborhood
talking about bob
making all of these sinatra old timey records now
and how sometimes it just takes people longer
to become complete and total bores lacking in vision
my wife said,
you know, bob is playing a whole bunch
of those standards at his shows
big surprise, i said
another artists letting down the masses
with mediocrity and self-indulgence
she said, maybe people will revolt
people will take what’s handed to them, i said
but it would be nice to see people shouting
hey, play like a woman!
play like a rolling stone!
enough of this old fart music!
of course, most of those songs are over fifty years old too
i bet bob would walk off the stage, my wife said.
nah, i said, he’s probably part of the zeitgeist now
he’ll probably stop playing and shout down to the crowd
fuck you people, this is donald trump’s america!
which i shouted out loud
just as two muslim girls met us at a crosswalk
having no context for why i barked such putrid inanity
they both gave me the dirtiest looks from women
that i’d seen in a long time
and then kept going their way
as we kept going ours
over battered sidewalks and sink holes
traffic and bass permeating another garbage-strewn block
all the refuse of life that ties us together
from the things that work so hard to rip us apart
not really saying anything
until we were far enough away
when i finally said,
i hope dylan at least plays jokerman
or maybe tangled up in blue.