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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