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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 moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a road
I'm across from EASY STREET
with the tight of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
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 gallery
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born every
you just happened to be 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 factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin'
pinball
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a short
but Christ I got my lips around a and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
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 out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked a torn yellow
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green with a provocative golden gate
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - 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 moon that's all melted off to one
It was just about that time 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. Moritz (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 brushes of wet
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
of a physical negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend