Bob Dylan

[Mister Obvious]

I leaned over and kissed his sweaty forehead. It was covered in whiteface. He peered sleepily around the room.

"I dreamed I seen you on TV. At least I think it was a dream. Hard to tell the difference anymore."

"It wasn't a dream, Bob. That was a broadcast from Vienna."

"I must be more tired than I thought."

Bob started running his hand up under my skirt, around the back of my knee and partway up my thigh.

"Wow, you got great legs. Where'd you get them muscles?"

"From rehearsing," I said. "I stand up and rehearse a lot." I took his hand out from under my skirt and placed it on his chest.

"So," he said, "You leavin' already?"

"Yeah, I gotta go."

"That's too bad. You been enjoyin' yourself?"

"Yeah Bob, it's been my favorite tour in the world." And I kissed him again and left.

- Joan Baez, And a Voice to Sing With (paraphrased)