there's a blur drizzle down the as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon rollin' maverick an obsidian sky as the busses go and wheezin', on the corner I'm freezin'; on a boulevard at a midnight road I'm across town from EASY the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the and the towering high above lit like dominoes or black all the used car salesmen up in Purina slacks and Foster wrap-around, pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 like at a shootin' gallery they throw out kind of a Texas routine "Hello sucker, we your money as well as anybody else's here" or give you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker born every you just happened to be comin' at the right time" over here now you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," decent factory air and AM-FM and the yellow gypsy cabs stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' machines to be off a joy ride to a magical place waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" with dirt full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short but Christ I got my around a bottle and my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the standin' on the corner a "just in town" jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin ' for some of Cheshire billboard grin stroking a chin, and using parking meters as walking on the inebriated stroll with my eyelids open at half mast but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it was the radio that groaned out the hit and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps out of the realm of possibility? he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a cool felt with a provocative golden gate and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned up against my bannister and over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice "that's life," that's what all the people say high in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm standing a buttery moon that's all melted off to one It was just about that that the sun came crawlin' yellow out of a at the of 23rd Street and a moon in a black disguise was its way back to its pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat) and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded like the ghost of Gene with an cam and glasspacks and the brushes of wet radials on a wet pavement and a traffic jam on Belmont tonight and the rhapsody of the evening, I leaned up my and I've been looking for kind of an emotional investment with romantic kind of a negociation is as I attempt to all my weekly payments, into one-low-monthly the nose with residuals and leg akimbo but the chances are more likely I'll probably be over for another smashed weekend