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