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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night 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 boulevard at a midnight
I'm across town from EASY
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"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 over now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with brakes, over driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia sign through a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back 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 pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for kind of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for another weekend