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Tom's Diner Medium
by Susan Vega
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I am sitting in the at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the for the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is always to see you," says 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
And I'm pretending not to see them, and I pour 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 of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a 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 wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the once a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
I am waiting at the for the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is always to see you," says 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
And I'm pretending not to see them, and I pour 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 of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a 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 wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the once a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
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