Tom's Diner
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                                      I am sitting
                                    In the morning
                                     At the diner
                                     On the corner

                                     I am waiting
                                    At the counter
                                     For the man
                                   To pour the coffee

                                     And he fills it
                                     Only halfway
                                      And before
                                     I even argue

                                     He is looking
                                    Out the window
                                     At somebody
                                      Coming in

                                     "It is always
                                   Nice to see you"
                                    Says the man
                                  Behind the counter

                                    To the woman
                                   Who has come in
                                    She is shaking
                                     Her umbrella

                                      And I look
                                    The other way
                                  As they are kissing
                                     Their hellos

                                    I'm pretending
                                    Not to see them
                                       Instead
                                    I pour the milk

                                        I open
                                     Up the paper
                                    There's a story
                                      Of an actor

                                    Who had died
                                 While he was drinking
                                     It was no one
                                    I had heard of

                                    And I'm turning
                                   To the horoscope
                                     And looking
                                    For the funnies

                                   When I'm feeling
                                Someone watching me
                                       And so
                                    I raise my head

                                   There's a woman
                                    On the outside
                                    Looking inside
                                  Does she see me?

                                   No she does not
                                    Really see me
                                   Cause she sees
                                   Her own reflection

                                     And I'm trying
                                     Not to notice
                                  That she's hitching
                                     Up her skirt

                                    And while she's
                               Straightening her stockings
                                       Her hair
                                     Is getting wet

                                     Oh, this rain
                                    It will continue
                                  Through the morning
                                    As I'm listening

                                     To the bells
                                    Of the cathedral
                                     I am thinking
                                    Of your voice...

                               And of the midnight picnic
                                   Once upon a time
                                Before the rain began...

                                  I finish up my coffee
                                It's time to catch the train

