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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or give 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 factory air and AM-FM
and the yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin'
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around 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 corner with a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say 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 at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
with an cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend