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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the towering high above
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the 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 piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood
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 that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came 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 came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for some of an emotional
investment with dividends
of a physical negociation
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 smashed