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