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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