the ghost of saturday night

• tom waits'in the heart of saturday night albümünün kapanış şarkısı, tam adı "the ghosts of saturday night (after hours at napoleone's pizza house)". aynı zamanda pizzaci olan bir benzinciyi işleten bahtsız bir adamı ve hayallerini anlatır şarkı sanırım, ama tom waits bu, belki de bambaşka birşey anlatmıştır kimbilir, sonunda süpürülemeyen cumartesi gecesinin hayaleti bile değildir belki de. işte sözler, belki daha doğrusunu anlayan çıkar:
  
  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 p-coat 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 wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
  and the texaco beacon burns on,
  the steel-belted attendant with a 'ring and valve special'...
  cryin' "fill'er up and check that oil"
  "you know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."
  
  the early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
  and that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
  pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
  eggs - roll 'em over and a package of kents,
  adam and eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
  hash browns, hash browns, you know i can't be late.
  
  and the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
  across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight coupe devilles,
  leaving the town in a-keeping
  of the one who is sweeping
  up the ghost of saturday night...