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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
as well as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you happened to be comin' along at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
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
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool green with a provocative golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my 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. Weiss or High Blood
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say high
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the ghost of Gene
with an overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
of a physical 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 I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend