Approximately Dylanesque

When all your winners and celebrities

have disappeared of late

leaving little else but memories

like stale breadcrumbs on your plate

When all the ice cubes in your cocktails

have diluted all your strength

and those who queued to share your light

now never nearer than arm's length

Will your promise made with emptiness 

recall the piper's debt unpaid

to the tune of something out of key

when you believed you had it made

Queen Jane Approximately - Bob Dylan

"When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father, to your sister, he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations,
Won't you come see me Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me Queen Jane?"