Hibbing, Minnesota

Bob Dylan, Robert Zimmerman, came to Mannahattas, from Hibbing, Minnesota.

That’s near Duluth, Minnesota, a harbor on the shores of a great, or passable, or plausible, lake. A pond, a puddle, a fresh water, skate, a gate, the fresh water used for freight, of late.

Was the lake called Lake Superior?

Mother Superior?

Wasn’t Mother Superior a tear sweeping, across the rain streaks of Bill Gates’s Windows, of whatever ver. 3.1. and Mother Superior desperately seeking, and quite frankly peaking, while peeping, and a transparency of transcendence bleating,

Fact is, Bill Gates had attended meetings, for purposes of business, at 9 East 71st Street, sometimes with Melinda. Sometimes Woody was there, for example as a Woody ver. 22, room 222, caliber excalibar 22, ex cathedra and ex temple, or templar, Woody, endearing, Allen, attending, his ear down to the ground, his sights on Elgar, Edgar Bergen, Charlie McCarthy,

Death as a sprout, and here comes Noam Chomsky, to incite in riot, free flight, with the cherry on top, Steve Hawking, black hole, free to flow, and if 9 East 71st Street cramps, right down there to Little Saint, or Big Saint, James, Buffy St. Marie,

To go free from Momma Suppertime, Suppertime, blues, tarpon tampon bloody wounded rag blues. BLUES.