Where Music Lost My Name

"That long black cloud is comin' down

I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door."

Knockin' On Heaven's Door ~ Bob Dylan

The drum’s drummin’

the trumpet’s playin’

The choir opens its hymnal

to the page where music lost my name.

I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door,

but the Holy Ghost won’t use his key.

There’s a whole lot of damnin’

in the preacher’s hollow hallelujah.

Wine pourin’ from an unholy glass

into the test I couldn’t pass.

Another chorus of Hell Can Have Her

rocks the blood stained revival.

A long black cloud is writing my name.

I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door,

but the Holy Ghost won’t use his key.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Tulsa Oklahoma's Tulsa University Helmerich Center for American Research will permantly house a 6,000 + Bob Dylan Collection. Once it is archived it will be available for public viewing. 

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