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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 cue ball moon
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 town from EASY STREET
with the knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but Christ I got my lips around a and
my on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
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 nickle two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt with a golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I
up against my bannister and over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High 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 tune when I'm underneath
a buttery moon that's all off to one side
It was just about that that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for some kind of an
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend