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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an 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
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just happened to be 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 air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative 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 Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all off to one side
It was about that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
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 came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more than I'll probably
be held over for another smashed