Tom's Diner
I am sittingIn the morningAt the dinerOn the corner,I am waitingAt the counterFor the manTo pour the coffee,And he fills itOnly halfwayAnd beforeI even argueHe is lookingOut the windowAt somebodyComing in.
"It is alwaysNice to see you"Says the manBehind the counterTo the womanWho has come inShe is shakingHer umbrella,And I lookThe other wayAs they are kissingTheir hellosI'm pretendingNot to see themAnd insteadI pour the milk.
I openUp the paperThere's a storyOf an actorWho had diedWhile he was drinking,It was no oneI had heard of,And I'm turningTo the horoscopeAnd lookingFor the funnies,When I'm feelingSomeone watching meAnd so I raise my head.
There's a womanOn the outsideLooking inside,Does she see me?No she does notReally see meCause she seesHer own reflectionAnd I'm tryingNot to noticeThat she's hitchingUp her skirtAnd while she'sStraightening her stockingsHer hairIs getting wet.
Oh, this rain,It will continueThrough the morningAs I'm listeningTo the bellsOf the cathedral...
I am thinkingOf your voice...
And of the midnight picnicOnce upon a timeBefore the rain began...I finish up my coffeeIt's time to catch the train.