Toms Diner

<br>I am sitting<br><br>In the morning<br><br>At the diner<br><br>On the corner<br><br><br><br><br><br>I am waiting<br><br>At the counter<br><br>For the man<br><br>To pour the coffee<br><br><br><br><br><br>And he fills it<br><br>Only halfway<br><br>And before<br><br>I even argue<br><br><br><br><br><br>He is looking<br><br>Out the window<br><br>At somebody<br><br>Coming in<br><br><br><br><br><br>&quot;it is always<br><br>Nice to see you&quot;<br><br>Says the man<br><br>Behind the counter<br><br><br><br><br><br>To the woman<br><br>Who has come in<br><br>She is shaking<br><br>Her umbrella<br><br><br><br><br><br>And I look<br><br>The other way<br><br>As they are kissing<br><br>Their hellos<br><br><br><br><br><br>Im pretending<br><br>Not to see them<br><br>Instead<br><br>I pour the milk<br><br><br><br><br><br>I open<br><br>Up the paper<br><br>Theres a story<br><br>Of an actor<br><br><br><br><br><br>Who had died<br><br>While he was drinking<br><br>It was no one<br><br>I had heard of<br><br><br><br><br><br>And Im turning<br><br>To the horoscope<br><br>And looking<br><br>For the funnies<br><br><br><br><br><br>When Im feeling<br><br>Someone watching me<br><br>And so<br><br>I raise my head<br><br><br><br><br><br>Theres a woman<br><br>On the outside<br><br>Looking inside<br><br>Does she see me? <br><br><br><br><br><br>No she does not<br><br>Really see me<br><br>Cause she sees<br><br>Her own reflection<br><br><br><br><br><br>And Im trying<br><br>Not to notice<br><br>That shes hitching<br><br>Up her skirt<br><br><br><br><br><br>And while shes<br><br>Straightening her stockings<br><br>Her hair<br><br>Is getting wet<br><br><br><br><br><br>Oh, this rain<br><br>It will continue<br><br>Through the morning<br><br>As Im listening<br><br><br><br><br><br>To the bells<br><br>Of the cathedral<br><br>I am thinking<br><br>Of your voice...<br><br><br><br><br><br>And of the midnight picnic<br><br>Once upon a time<br><br>Before the rain began...<br><br><br><br><br><br>I finish up my coffee<br><br>Its time to catch the train