Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
rollin' across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like or black dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as anybody here"
or give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just to be comin' along at the right time"
over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
pinball
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, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after 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 himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"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 underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a black
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
like the ghost of Krupa
an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for kind of an emotional
investment with romantic
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more likely I'll probably
be held over for smashed weekend