Bob Dylan just won the Nobel Prize for literature,
but chances are I’ll never have that honor.
Maybe it’s only because I’m a terrible singer.
No, wait, that can’t be the problem.
Maybe it’s because my poems don’t make sense.
No, that can’t be the problem either.
Maybe it’s because I live in Oklahoma,
don’t carry a guitar, and don’t have rock-star hair.
Not to say his lyrics aren’t brilliant, they are,
but it takes more than words to be an icon–
it takes time and place and hair and guitars.
T. Allen Culpepper