9th & Hennepin - Tom Waits

    Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
    All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
    And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
    Like a tarp thrown all over this
    And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
    And the steam comes out of the grill
    Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
    And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
    And everyone is behaving like dogs
    And the horses are coming down Violin Road
    And Dutch is dead on his feet
    And all the rooms they smell like diesel
    And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
    And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
    And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
    And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
    They all started out with bad directions
    And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
    "One for every year he's away", she said
    Such a crumbling beauty, ah
    There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
    She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
    With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
    And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
    'til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
    And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
    And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
    Through the yellow windows of the evening train...

    Marco Giunco
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