Prognosticating For Bob Dylan, Beacon Theatre, New York City

A week—today—
I quilt my lowdown
ways,
and me my sundown
to smear. (on)

A week—today—
Isis knocks my
way,
and me my skin
to wear. (out)

A week—today—
Queen Jane’s approximate
way,
and me my call
to clear. (out)

A week—today—
Ramona swells
her way,
and me my Deuteronomy
to bear. (out)

A week—today—
Bob slips
his stay,
and me my dove
to hare. (out)