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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as anybody here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the yellow gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with brakes, over driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was making its way to its
room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came across the trestles and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for some kind of an
investment romantic dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for another smashed