A cab combs the snake tryin' to rake in that last night's fare
And a solitary sailor, who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers
Paws his inside peacoat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says 'Irene'
As she wipes the whisps of dishwater from her eyes
Ghosts of Saturday Night
(Waits)
Tom Waits
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Friends of Eddie Coyle
1973
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