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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across from EASY STREET
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as anybody 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"
over 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 gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my on the throttle 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 billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the that groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously down in May, but I know I'm
change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was about that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've looking
for some kind of an
investment with romantic
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend