Tom's Diner

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
Has gotten 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.