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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 I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the woman who has in
She is 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 up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
she see me?
No she 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 straightening 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
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I 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 I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the woman who has in
She is 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 up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I my head
There's a woman on the outside
inside
she see me?
No she 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 straightening 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
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
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