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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
rollin' across 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 EASY STREET
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just to be comin' along at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt 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 a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using meters
as walking sticks on the 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 that out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers 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 E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
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 train tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for some kind of an
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend