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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' 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 EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' 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 born every minute
you just happened to be along at the right time"
come 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 yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a 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, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but I got my lips 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 street corner with a gasper
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
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 railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for another weekend