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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
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 buildings towering high
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
as well as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born 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 air and AM-FM dreams
and the yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
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 sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up my bannister and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's what all the people say high
in April, seriously down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for some of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more than likely probably
be held over for another smashed