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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Susan 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 fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at coming in
"It is always nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the other way as are kissing their hellos
And I'm not to see them, and I pour the milk
I open up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm to the horoscope and for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside inside, does she see me?
No, she does not see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm not to notice that she's up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight picnic upon a time the rain began
And I up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
I am waiting at the counter for the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at coming in
"It is always nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the other way as are kissing their hellos
And I'm not to see them, and I pour the milk
I open up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm to the horoscope and for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside inside, does she see me?
No, she does not see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm not to notice that she's up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight picnic upon a time the rain began
And I up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
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