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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a restless boulevard at a road
I'm across town from STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the towering high above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny 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 Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a black
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held over for another weekend