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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