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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just to be comin' along at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin'
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... over at Pool 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 that groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny out across a
cool green felt with a golden 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, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula in a black disguise
was its way back to its
room 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 pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for smashed weekend