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there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every
you just happened to be along at the right time"
over 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 yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin'
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half 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 blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I 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) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was about that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back 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 overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and been looking
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend