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there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the go groanin' 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 above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well 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"
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 gypsy
stacked up in the taxi zones like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a short
but I got my lips 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 corner with a gasper lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle 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 a torn yellow
shade, old Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?,
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out tawny fingers out across a
cool felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune I'm standing underneath
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling the trestles and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for kind of an emotional
with romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for another weekend