Saturday, January 12, 2019

Noirsville Tune Of The Week

Tom Waits

Nighthawk Postcards

There's a blur drizzle down the plate glass 
As a neon swizzle stick stirrin' up the sultry night air 
And a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon 
Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky 
As the busses go groanin' and wheezin' 
Down on the corner I'm freezin' 
On a restless boulevard at a midnight road 
I'm across town from easy street
With the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners 
On the stroll 
And the buildings towering high above 
Lit like dominoes or black dice 
All the used car salesmen dressed up in 
Purina Checkerboard slacks 
And Foster Grant wrap-around, 
Pacing in front of Earl Schlieb 
$39.95 merchandise
Like barkers at a shootin' gallery 
They throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine 
"Hello sucker, we like your money 
Just as well as anybody else's here" 
Or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit 
"There's a sucker born every minute 
You just happened to be comin' along at the right time" 
Come over here now
You know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll 
In a search of "Like new, " "new paint, " 
Decent factory air and am-fm dreams 
And the piss yellow gypsy cabs 
Stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like 
Pinball machines 
To be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
Waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners 
With dirt lots full of 
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and 
They're highballing' with bankrupt brakes, over driven 
Under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short 
But Christ I got my lips around a bottle and 
My foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner 
Standin' on the corner like a "just in town" 
Jasper, on a street corner with a gasper loo

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