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there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm
on a restless at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit dominoes or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin'
pinball
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's 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 groaned out the hit
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of naaaa
he be stretchin' out long fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was for
like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," what all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was just that time that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came across the trestles and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my and I've been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment romantic dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I to consolidate all my
weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
with romantic residuals and leg
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend