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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
rollin' across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a road
I'm across from EASY STREET
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like your
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
come over 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 gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt 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 corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped open at mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign through a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted 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 moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train came across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for some kind of an
investment with romantic
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more than I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend