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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
rollin' across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across from EASY STREET
with the tight of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the towering high above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born every
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 factory air and AM-FM
and the yellow gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're with bankrupt brakes, over driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my eyelids propped open at mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
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
green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know 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 yellow 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 tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've been
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend