I talked with Bob

at this party cuz

he looked out of

place and I usually

feel sorry for wallflowers

being one myself.

And he perked up a bit,

looked at me sideways

with that forlorn

way he has

of seeing the world,

and I connected,

but didn't say nothin',

bein' afraid he wouldn't

believe me.

Probably hard for him

to believe much,

if anything. He tried once,

and I made sure he knew

I'd been born again

two months before him.

He nodded and smiled.

I felt stupid and thought

if it's this hard to be

humble in front of Dylan,

what's it gonna be like

when I meet God?