Nighthawks

Gotta diner for yuh,
I like tuh call it mine.
'S near the final exit,
I'll show yuh for a dime.

A dime for the telephone,
a quarter for a beer:
gimme haffa dollar,
for whatcha wanna hear.

Goombahs by the fountain,
sodas by the glass;
boys in thrift-shop fashions
ogle Ramona's ass.

A beer for Father Murphy,
a coffee for the Jew:
respect the guy, fella
Rabbi Schultz to you.

Busboy in the daytime,
Marilyn at night:
Meet guys on the shoreline
under the neon light.

A ride on the Elevated,
a subway to the town,
gimme twenty dollars
to watch me goin' down.