Retired carnies come here to drink They arrive in the afternoon and sit alone Nursing beers and tons of whiskey Strolling through pictures of the island of its heyday Luna, the fire-eater, blows smoke rings That rise up the windows like vapor ghosts Mermaid twins fall asleep in electric wheelchairs The Great Lafayette, all 20 stone of him Sits under the huge wall clock That hasn't ticked or tocked in many a year He sits gurgling through his gums Lost in a dream of the old days There's a room of carеtakers with nothing to care for Ride opеrators with no one to buckle in, it's all fallen away The werewolf has been unmasked