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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
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 nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
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 table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, seriously down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the 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 on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've been
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be held over for another weekend