Dylan has been staring down the winter for years now — he was just a lad of 56 when he sang “it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there,” on his 1997 classic Time Out of Mind. But the dark was just beginning. In “Key West,” he’s an outlaw drifting in the Florida sunshine, hounded by his memories. Over the ghostly accordion, he growls, “I’m searching for love, for inspiration, on that pirate radio station.” Dylan sings “Key West” in his crooner voice — when he murmurs, “People tell me I oughta try a little tenderness,” he reminds you how “Try a Little Tenderness” started as a Bing Crosby song, before Otis Redding turned it inside out. But even in the palm trees and hibiscus flowers, Dylan’s got a heart full of Desolation Row. And even in this sunny paradise, you can hear him glancing around, looking for the right moment to slip out the back and make his drifter’s escape. I’ve spent entire days lost inside this song, but I haven’t come close to figuring it out. Dylan’s 2,000 miles from Juarez, and 55 years past Highway 61 Revisited, but his restless spirit keeps him traveling on.