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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Susan Vega
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I am in the morning at the on the corner
I am waiting at the for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway and I even argue
He is looking out the window at somebody 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 look the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does not really see me 'cause she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that she's up her skirt
And she's her stockings, her 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 midnight once upon a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's to catch the train
I am waiting at the for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway and I even argue
He is looking out the window at somebody 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 look the other way as they are kissing hellos
And I'm not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the and looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does not really see me 'cause she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that she's up her skirt
And she's her stockings, her 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 midnight once upon a time the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's to catch the train
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