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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' across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a restless boulevard at a road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as 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 harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a short
but Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle 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 through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," what all the people 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 that's all off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my and I've been looking
for some of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a negociation
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 probably
be held over for another smashed