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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like your
as well as anybody else's 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 are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with 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 I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was 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," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the of 23rd Street
and a moon in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came across the trestles and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be over for another smashed weekend