Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry 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 restless boulevard at a road
I'm town from EASY STREET
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just to be comin' along at the right time"
come over now
you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with lots 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 on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle 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 sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and 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 High Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's 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 dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend