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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight
I'm across from EASY STREET
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or black
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as anybody here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be along at the right time"
over 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 yellow gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking on the inebriated 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 steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just about that time 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 train came tumbling the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend