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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like dominoes or black
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the time"
come here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but I got my lips around 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 billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the that groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up my bannister and wandered over 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 George (cryin' in the streets) - 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 when I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
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 Belmont
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've been
for some of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend