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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm town from EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born every
you just happened to be comin' 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 dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
under paid, over fed, a day 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 corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
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 dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"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 buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the ghost of Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend