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

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