Bob Dylan, the legendary folk singer and writer, responsible for such hits as Blowin’ In The Wind, The Times They Are A’changin’, Rainy Day Women and more, was walking around the Jersey shore town of Long Branch the other evening in the driving rain, just whiling away the hours looking at houses until time to go on stage with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp at the Lakewood Blueclaws baseball stadium, when a 24 year old female police officer, called by a resident who saw him in her backyard and thought he looked suspicious, asked him his name. The name Bob Dylan meant nothing to her, nor did it for a backup 25 year old male officer. Without ID, Dylan talked the police into taking him to the hotel where the tour was staying, where he was identified to the satisfaction of the police officers. My problem with this is not that young police officers did not know who a disheveled, rain-soaked 68 year old folk singer was, but that he was asked for ID because the police said he was acting erratically. That alone should have convinced them he was telling the truth. How else would you expect Bob Dylan to act if not erratically?
I lived with them on Montague Street
He said to responding police
In a basement down the stairs
I will admit to some caprice
But puzzled someone cares
It’s pouring rain, the policeman said
You’re wandering about
You seem to have it in your head
That we your word do doubt
You say you are Bob Dylan who
Is with a touring band
Along with John and Willie too
All known throughout the land
I’ve heard the name Bob Dylan as
A boy I am afraid
And I recall my mother has
His records that she played
And you look nothing at all like
The album cover pics
And why would Dylan take a hike
In these New Jersey sticks?
I’ll sing a song, Bob Dylan said
To prove to you I’m real
All right, get in, and watch your head
The cop said, it’s a deal
And in the car Bob Dylan sang
About a man who sinned
With windows down the clear notes rang
A-blowin’ in the wind
And then he sang one for the cops
He said, this one’s for you
And fair among the falling drops
Came Tangled Up In Blue
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