there's a blur drizzle the plateglass as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon maverick across an obsidian sky as the busses go and wheezin', down on the I'm freezin'; on a boulevard at a midnight road I'm across town from EASY with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of on the and the towering high above lit dominoes or black dice all the used car dressed up in Purina slacks and Grant wrap-around, pacing in front of EARL $39.95 like barkers at a shootin' they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan "Hello sucker, we your money as well as anybody else's here" or they give you the P.T. bit "There's a sucker born minute you just happened to be comin' along at the time" come here now you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," decent factory air and AM-FM and the piss yellow gypsy stacked up in the taxi waitin' like machines to be ticking off a joy ride to a place waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners dirt lots full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're with bankrupt brakes, over driven under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar but Christ I got my lips a bottle and my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner standin' on the like a "just in town" jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin ' for some kind of Cheshire grin stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters as walking sticks on the inebriated with my eyelids open at half mast but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it was the radio groaned out the hit parade and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards and an Olympia sign winked through a torn shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot impossible you say? ...hard to believe?, out of the realm of naaaa he be out long tawny fingers out across a green felt with a provocative golden gate and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned up against my and wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no "that's life," what all the people say ridin' high in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath a buttery that's all melted off to one side It was just about time that 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 came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded the ghost of Gene Krupa with an cam and glasspacks and the whispering of wet radials on a wet pavement and a jam session on Belmont tonight and the rhapsody of the evening, I up against my bannister and I've been for some of an emotional investment with dividends of a physical negociation 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 smashed