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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss yellow gypsy
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
under paid, over fed, a day late and a short
but Christ I got my lips 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 with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my propped open 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 yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up against my and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. 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 in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for some of an emotional
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be over for another smashed weekend