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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight
I'm across town from EASY
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at 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 that groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself 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 tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something Wine, 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 all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the ghost of Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet and there's 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
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely probably
be over for another smashed weekend