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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as anybody here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just to be comin' along 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 zones waitin'
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with brakes, over driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard 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 Hall and
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the cobalt steel blue 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 eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green felt with a provocative gate
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps
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 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 that that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of Street
and a dracula moon in a black
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for some of an emotional
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for smashed weekend