Tom Waits - Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street) Lyrics
there's a blur drizzle down the plateglassas a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night airand a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moonrollin' maverick across an obsidian skyas the busses go groanin' and wheezin',down on the corner I'm freezin';on a restless boulevard at a midnight roadI'm across town from EASY STREETwith the tight knots of moviegoers and out of townerson the strolland the buildings towering high abovelit like dominoes or black diceall the used car salesmen dressed up inPurina Checkerboard slacksand Foster Grant wrap-around,pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB$39.95 merchandiselike barkers at a shootin' gallerythey throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine"Hello sucker, we like your moneyjust as well as anybody else's here"or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit"There's a sucker born every minuteyou just happened to be comin' along at the right time"come over here nowyou know... all the harlequin sailors are on the strollin a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"decent factory air and AM-FM dreamsand the piss yellow gypsy cabsstacked up in the taxi zones waitin' likepinball machinesto be ticking off a joy ride to a magical placewaitin' in line like "truckers welcome" dinerswith dirt lots full ofPeterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, andthey're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over drivenunder paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar shortbut Christ I got my lips around a bottle andmy foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the cornerstandin' on the corner like a "just in town"jasper, on a street corner with a gasper loo
