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there's a blur down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
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 Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the sailors are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt 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 Christ I got my lips around a and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a full railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"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 when I'm standing
a moon that's all melted off to one side
It was about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the of 23rd 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 across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely probably
be over for another smashed weekend