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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit dominoes or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as 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' along at the time"
come here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi zones like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
under paid, over fed, a day and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm
gonna that tune when 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 dracula moon in a disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came 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 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 some of an emotional
with 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 held over for smashed weekend