I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the cornerI am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffeeAnd he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argueHe is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
It is always
Nice to see you
Says the man
Behind the counterTo the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrellaAnd I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellosI'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 oneI had heard of
And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And lookingFor the funnies
When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And soI raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking insideDoes 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...
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