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...