the lean-to

i was feeling bad earlier about a story i told a friend of mine...told her word by word, line by line, scene by scene...told her about the first time we met...and it made her cry...she has problems accepting herself for the beautiful person she is...she is constantly working on herself...never satisfied...i stopped that a long time ago...it is probably a detriment, but i simply couldn't contend anymore...my heights were too grand, the bar was off in the heavens...so i decided i would accept myself...the good, the bad, and the awful...i cannot say i feel better but i do feel different...i told her how, that within five minutes of meeting me she tried to take off my baseball cap, and that most people would not even approach me...and that was a good thing...i remembered the conversation tonite while listening to dylan...i sat smoking a cigarette, staring at the painting of rivington street on the wall, while dylan sang, "she walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns"...and i wish, amidst the empty days and long lonesome nights, that she understood...she removed my crown of thorns, and if only for a moment, eased my suffering...eased the suffering of the ages...