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 before
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
Their hellos
I‘m pretending
Not to see them
And Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There‘s a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
He was no one
I had heard of
And I‘m turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I‘m feeling
Someone 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 sees
Her own reflection
And I‘m tryi
