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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 only halfway
And before I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
the man behind the counter
To the who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the way
As they are hellos
I'm pretending 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 looking for the funnies
I'm feeling watching me
And so I my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
a time
the 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 only halfway
And before I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
the man behind the counter
To the who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the way
As they are hellos
I'm pretending 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 looking for the funnies
I'm feeling watching me
And so I my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
a time
the began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
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