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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' across an obsidian 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
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
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 foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... over at Chubb's Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
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 Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about that time the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend