Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or black
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a born every 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 yellow gypsy
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
hiballin' with bankrupt 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 throttle and I'm standin' on the
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up against my bannister and wandered to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was making its way to its
room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for another smashed