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Tom's Diner Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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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 halfway
And I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And 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 for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
Cause she 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 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
the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway
And I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And 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 for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
Cause she 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 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
the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
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