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Tom's Diner Medium
de Susan Vega
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I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I even argue
He is out the window at coming in
"It is always nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I 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 her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, rain, it will continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight once upon a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
I am at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I even argue
He is out the window at coming in
"It is always nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I 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 her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, rain, it will continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight once upon a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
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