Dylan should pen a blues number for his generation put out to grass

BOB DYLAN isn’t in the habit of displaying his bank account statements in public, but it’s probably safe to assume he doesn’t need to sing for his supper.

Sure, there’s that wardrobe of vintage leather jackets to maintain and his expenditure on nasal spray alone must be colossal, but chances are there are enough nickels and dimes in the jar to more than take care of the bills.

So why, after 45 years punching the musical clock, does Bob still work? Why does he tour and perform and write and DJ? Why doesn’t he just nestle comfortably in his achievements and let the royalties show him he’s king?