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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery 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 road
I'm across from EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every
you just happened to be comin' along at the time"
come over now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
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 ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've been
for some of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed weekly payments,
payment
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend