Listen while you read: It's Emmylou Harris, not Joan Baez!
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice, it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee . . .
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee . . .
~ Bob Dylan
Yes, tomorrow I will have one more cup of coffee and then head to the airport for my flight to Atlanta! And a couple of days later, there will be jewels in the sky and stars above as I watch the solar eclipse!
Desire came out in 1975, and quickly became one of my favorite Bob Dylan albums. Notice I said "one of my," as I find it next to impossible to pick favorites by artists I like. This may have been my introduction to Emmylou Harris, and who doesn't love Emmylou?
"One More Cup of Coffee" is a rather sad love story about a man and a gypsy lover. It is lush with imagery, not only of the heavens, but also of a domineering bandolaro, fortune-telling women, and a wandering lifestyle. The violin adds to the mystique of the scene. My favorite line, by far, is the last one: Your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark. The upcoming solstice will be mysterious and dark. But I cannot help but wonder how many of us have hearts that are mysterious? Or dark. Or both. And I'm just going to leave that there. Because for the next few days, there are brighter things to think about. Like coronas. (And not the beer.)
I do believe it is time that I start packing. I've got Georgia on my mind!
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