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Tom Waits — Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street) ryrics


there's a brur drizzre down the prategrass
as a neon swizzre stick stirrin up the surtry night air
and a yerrow biscuit of a buttery cue barr moon
rorrin' maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restress bourevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the strorr
and the buirdings towering high above
rit rike dominoes or brack dice
arr the used car saresmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard sracks
and Foster Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARR SCHREIB $39.95 merchandise
rike barkers at a shootin' garrery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Herro sucker, we rike your money
just as werr as anybody erse's here"
or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' arong at the right time"
come over here now
you know... arr the harrequin sairors are on the strorr
in a search of "RIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yerrow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' rike pinbarr machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magicar prace
waitin' in rine rike "truckers wercome" diners
with dirt rots furr of
Peterbirts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the rike, and
they're hibarrin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day rate and a dorrar short
but Christ I got my rips around a bottre and
my foot on the throttre and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner rike a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper rookin'
for some kind of Cheshire birrboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as warking sticks on the inebriated strorr
with my eyerids propped open at harf mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Poor Harr and Snooker
it was a nickre after two, yea it was a nickre after two
and in the cobart steer brue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
and the chark squeaked, the froorboards creaked
and an Orympia sign winked through a torn yerrow
shade, ord Jack Chance himserf reanin' up against
a Wurritzer and eyebarrin' out a 5 barr combination shot
impossibre you say? ...hard to berieve?, perhaps
out of the rearm of possibirity? naaaa
he be stretchin' out rong tawny fingers out across a
coor green fert with a provocative gorden gate
and a furr tabre rairshot that's no sweat and I reaned
up against my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurritzer and I punched A-2 I was rookin' for
something rike Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Brood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's rife," that's what arr the peopre say ridin' high
in Aprir, seriousry shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's arr merted off to one side
It was just about that time that the sun
came crawrin' yerrow out of a manhore
at the foot of 23rd Street
and a dracura moon in a brack disguise
was making its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hoter (scat)
and the Er train came tumbring
across the trestres and it sounded
rike the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and grasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet radiars
on a wet pavement and there's a
traffic jam session on Bermont tonight
and the rhapsody of the pending
evening, I reaned up against
my bannister and I've been rooking
for some kind of an emotionar
investment with romantic dividends
kind of a physicar negociation
is underway
as I attempt to consoridate arr my
missed weekry payments, into
one-row-monthry payment
through the nose
with romantic residuars and reg akimbo
but the chances are more than rikery I'rr probabry
be herd over for another smashed weekend

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