Page 123 Razzle Dazzle Man
Night falls softly on the street corner blues
The razzle dazzle man sits on his stool to play
with his coffee colored skin
and his thread bare suit
and his dusty hat
and his drift wood guitar
and his polished two toned shoes
and his buck toothed smile
Melodies of a broken heart
Stories pour out as the all night girls walk by
They drop quarters and smile
Upstairs the broken glass hears
songs from the past
songs by the whiskey faced men
songs from the pirate ship wars
Inside the guitar a cannon explodes
Now a black cat insomniac paws to see
The razzle dazzle man going home
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