chance encounter_lewis_2Chance Encounter
Martin Lewis,1940

Comb your hair, pleads your face
Try to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know this’ll be the Saturday reachin’ your peak

Stop on the red, goin’ on the green
Tonight’ll be like nothin’, you’ve ever seen
Barrelin’ down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin’?
Telephone’s ringing, it’s your second cousin
The barmaid that’s smilin’ from the corner of her eye
The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

– Tom Waits, Looking For The Heart Of Saturday Night
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