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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$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 you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just happened to be along at the right time"
come over 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 yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
under paid, over fed, a day late and a short
but Christ I got my lips around a 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 kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative gate
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of Street
and a dracula moon in a black
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
like the of Gene Krupa
an overhead cam and glasspacks
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 up against
my bannister and I've been
for some kind of an
investment romantic dividends
kind of a physical
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 I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend