there's a drizzle down the plateglass as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon maverick across an obsidian sky as the go groanin' and wheezin', down on the I'm freezin'; on a restless at a midnight road I'm across from EASY STREET with the tight 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 slacks and Foster wrap-around, pacing in front of EARL $39.95 barkers at a shootin' gallery they throw out kind of a Texas routine "Hello sucker, we like your just as well as else's here" or they you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker born minute you happened to be comin' along at the right time" come over now you know... all the sailors are on the stroll in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," factory air and AM-FM dreams and the piss yellow gypsy stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' machines to be ticking off a joy to a magical place waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners dirt lots full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're with 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 Cheshire billboard stroking a goateed chin, and using parking as walking sticks on the inebriated with my eyelids propped at half mast but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker it was a after 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 floorboards and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps out of the realm of naaaa he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a cool green with a provocative golden gate and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned up my bannister and wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no "that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm gonna change that when I'm standing underneath a moon that's all melted off to one side It was just that time that the sun came crawlin' out of a manhole at the foot of Street and a dracula 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 Krupa with an cam and glasspacks and the whispering of wet radials on a wet and there's a traffic jam session on Belmont and the of the pending evening, I up against my bannister and been 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 are more than likely I'll probably be held over for another weekend