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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
rollin' 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 STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as well as else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every
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 air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line "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 late and a short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as walking 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 cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the creaked
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up my bannister and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the ghost of Gene
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for some of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend