Suzanne is a Cracker

I popped into a pub to eat and
they were playing a tape of early
Dylan and generic 60s 70s songs.
Who'd have expected Suzanne?

I must have heard it hundreds
of times, ever since Peel played it
1967, but I'd been knocking away
armour recently, seemed like the
right time, and it was a surprise,
softened me up. I bent double,
fell face‐first into me chips,
weeping like an orphan.
No one seemed to notice.