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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as well as anybody 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 sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line "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 Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a
cool green with a provocative golden gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held for another smashed weekend