Rolling Thunder

A case of Bob Dylan fever

Time out of mind and all that… wandering, half sleep-shot, through the Marrickville Market at Addi Road when I stumble over a copy of Sam Shepard’s Rolling Thunder Logbook. Not a penny on me after using up my cash buying half a dozen free-range eggs, but the bookstall holder knows me and says I can come back and pay him next week.

The pages are mine.

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