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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Susan Vega
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I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the for the man to the coffee
And he fills it and before I even argue
He is looking out the at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," the man the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I 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 horoscope and looking for the funnies
I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the 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 she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has wet
Oh, 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 once upon a the began
And I up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
I am waiting at the for the man to the coffee
And he fills it and before I even argue
He is looking out the at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," the man the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I 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 horoscope and looking for the funnies
I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the 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 she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has wet
Oh, 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 once upon a the began
And I up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
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