I'm puttin' down my coffee,
and I'm layin' down a dime
and I'm headin' down the railroad cut
down toward the borderline.
In the Valley of Temptation,
yeah I been down there before
where there ain't no stipulation
and there ain't no time no more.
I seen your bland sophisticates,
and I heard their tepid roar,
I've read their weak admonishments
nailed on the station door
but the Valley calls for justice
like a mirror in the street,
like a love I lost in Portugal,
like a weed among the wheat.
You can take my cup and saucer.
You can take my cloak of storms.
You can gamble for my residue
as you bind me to your forms.
You can wonder at apostasy
and debate about what's true
but I walked that barren valley floor
just like they said I'd do.
I leave you to your coffee
and your crumpled cigarettes.
Say hi to Mark and Mary.
Don't say nothin' to Yvette.
How soon did you see the train?
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Excellent. For me this went all the way back, to the walking blues that Woody Guthrie taught Dylan. Great rhythm and wonderful word choices that paint a sad picture of a man alienated but unafraid. Good luck in the contest, this is a winner for me.
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very good - definitely can hear all walks of Dylan in this.
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Thanks friend.
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I totally missed the allusion to "Sarah" the first time... Very Nice.
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Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands.
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Take your pick, they're both about Sarah Dylan
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Great work with the prompt. You covered the bases and wrote a very well formed piece. It has subtly I enjoy. I love the poor grammer. Good job all the way around.
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