Lately, considering this list, I've been attracted again to "Queen Jane Approximately", one of Dylan's best "list-making" songs. Perhaps the lament, the plea, or the wishful thinking of a rejected suitor who holds out chance that hope remains for an unrequited love, the lyrics are an inventory of future interpersonal failures, the collapse of a vision of the world where the demands and commands upon someone who'd considered themselves at a regal remove from the rest of the community become too much and give way. Being the center of the universe is too much because the gravity will eventually crush you. And the suitor's offer stands, won't you come see me Queen Jane? The language is a splendid balance between comprehensible plain speak and Dylan's penchant for surreal-izing the details ; this makes the situation plain as glass yet quaintly familiar.
And the fact the guitar and piano sound a bit sour, out of tune (perhaps) adds to the alluring strangeness. This is a happens at an intersection of Desolation and Row and 4th Street, an angular, cubist terrain.