there's a blur down the plateglass as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon maverick across an obsidian sky as the go groanin' and wheezin', down on the corner I'm on a restless boulevard at a road I'm across town from STREET with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of on the and the towering high above lit like dominoes or black all the used car salesmen up in Purina Checkerboard and Grant wrap-around, pacing in front of SCHLEIB $39.95 like barkers at a gallery they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we like money just as well as else's here" or they you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker every minute you just happened to be comin' along at the time" over here now you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," decent factory air and dreams and the piss gypsy cabs stacked up in the zones waitin' like pinball to be ticking off a joy ride to a place waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" with dirt lots of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short but Christ I got my around a bottle and my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner standin' on the corner a "just in town" jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin ' for some kind of billboard grin stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters as walking sticks on the stroll with my eyelids propped open at half but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two and in the steel blue dream smoke, it was the radio groaned out the hit parade and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow shade, old Jack Chance himself up against a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps out of the of possibility? naaaa he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a cool felt with a provocative golden gate and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned up against my and wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice "that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath a buttery that's all melted off to one side It was just about that time the sun came crawlin' yellow out of a at the foot of 23rd and a dracula moon in a black was making its way to its pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat) and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded like the of Gene Krupa an overhead cam and glasspacks and the whispering of wet radials on a wet and there's a traffic jam on Belmont tonight and the of the pending evening, I up against my and I've been looking for kind of an emotional investment with dividends kind of a physical is as I to consolidate all my missed weekly payments, payment through the with romantic and leg akimbo but the chances are than likely I'll probably be held over for another weekend