Tom's Diner — Sweet

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 Is getting 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...

And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee It's time to catch the train