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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick up the sultry night air
and a biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the 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 or black dice
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as anybody here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be along at the right time"
over here 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 yellow cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of Street
and a dracula moon in a black
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
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for some of an emotional
investment with romantic
of a physical negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
the nose
with residuals and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend