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Tom's Diner 
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de Susan 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 before I even argue
He is looking out the at somebody coming in
"It is to see you," the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in, she is her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had died he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does not 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 has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the midnight picnic upon a time before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway and before I even argue
He is looking out the at somebody coming in
"It is to see you," the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in, she is her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had died he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does not 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 has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the midnight picnic upon a time before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
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