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
Im pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
Theres a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And Im turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When Im feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
Theres 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 Im trying
Not to notice
That shes hitching
Up her skirt
And while shes
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As Im 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
Its time to catch the train
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