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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue moon
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 across town EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like or black dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come over now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
dirt 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 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 corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt blue dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned 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 eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was 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 down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an overhead cam and
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 and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
missed weekly payments,
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for smashed weekend