there's a blur drizzle the plateglass as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air and a yellow of a buttery 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 STREET the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the and the buildings high above lit like dominoes or black all the car salesmen dressed up in Purina slacks and Foster wrap-around, pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 like at a shootin' gallery throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we your money just as well as anybody here" or give you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker born minute you just to be comin' along at the right time" come here 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 piss yellow cabs stacked up in the taxi waitin' like pinball to be off a joy ride to a magical place waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners with dirt lots of Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and they're with bankrupt brakes, over driven paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short but Christ I got my lips a bottle and my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner standin' on the like a "just in town" jasper, on a street corner with a lookin ' for some kind of Cheshire grin 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 Hall and it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle after two and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it was the radio groaned out the hit parade and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards and an Olympia sign winked through a torn shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball shot you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps out of the of possibility? naaaa he be out long tawny fingers out across a cool green felt with a provocative golden and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned up against my and wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice "that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm gonna change that when I'm standing underneath 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 Street and a dracula moon in a black was making its way to its room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat) and the El train tumbling across the trestles and it sounded like the ghost of Gene with an cam and glasspacks and the whispering brushes of wet on a wet and there's a traffic jam session on tonight and the of the pending evening, I leaned up my bannister and been looking for kind of an emotional investment with dividends kind of a negociation is as I to consolidate all my missed payments, into payment through the with romantic residuals and leg but the chances are than likely I'll probably be held over for smashed weekend