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Tom's Diner Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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I am in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he it only halfway
And before I argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
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
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
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I 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 she's her stockings
Her hair is wet
Oh, this it will 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
upon a time
the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's to catch the train
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he it only halfway
And before I argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
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
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
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I 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 she's her stockings
Her hair is wet
Oh, this it will 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
upon a time
the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's to catch the train
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