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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they 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 air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi zones like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was about that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a moon in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've been
for kind of an emotional
with romantic dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more than likely probably
be held for another smashed weekend