there's a blur drizzle down the as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon maverick across an obsidian sky as the busses go and wheezin', on the corner I'm freezin'; on a restless boulevard at a road I'm across town from EASY with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the and the buildings towering high lit like dominoes or dice all the car salesmen dressed up in Checkerboard slacks and Grant wrap-around, pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 like at a shootin' gallery they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we your money as well as anybody else's here" or they you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker every minute you just happened to be along at the right time" come over now you know... all the sailors are on the stroll in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," decent factory air and AM-FM and the yellow gypsy cabs stacked up in the taxi zones like machines to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners dirt lots full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short 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 lookin ' for some kind of Cheshire billboard stroking a goateed chin, and using meters as walking on the inebriated stroll with my eyelids propped at half mast but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after 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 sign winked through a torn yellow shade, old Jack Chance himself up against a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps out of the realm of possibility? he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a cool felt with a provocative golden gate and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned up against my and wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Pressure by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice "that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm underneath a buttery that's all melted off to one side It was about that time that the sun came crawlin' 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 train came tumbling across the trestles and it like the ghost of Krupa an overhead cam and glasspacks and the brushes of wet radials on a wet and there's a traffic jam session on tonight and the of the pending evening, I leaned up my bannister and I've looking for some of an emotional investment with dividends of a physical negociation is as I attempt to all my weekly payments, into one-low-monthly through the romantic residuals and leg akimbo but the are more than likely I'll probably be held over for another smashed