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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry 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 midnight
I'm town from 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 salesmen up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL 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 born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the time"
over 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 zones waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in like "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 Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a corner with a gasper lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
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 cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the that groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned
up against my bannister and over 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 down in May, but I know I'm
change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for some kind of an
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
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