POSTCARDS FROM THE HANGING
Illustrations of Bob Dylan songs
Simple Twist Of Fate
PRINTS: 11x14" Limited to 50
...And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright...
...A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate...