He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
“Desolation Row” - Bob Dylan
He’s in a nondescript hotel room, in a nondescript town, and the blood of a nondescript prostitute-Mary, she’d said, my name is Mary, and he’d had to hold back a laugh-is drying on the threadbare rug
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