What Could Be

Reminds me of a poem by Gary Snyder. The flip side of this 45, playing on the jukebox in the Tempo Room, under Franklin Street, a week before Jack Kerouac made his brief appearance, would be "Everybody Knows." Of course at the time Blonde on Blonde had just come out, and we were puzzling over all that blizzard of images. I had a pack of Home Runs in my shirt pocket, as I recall.