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 [bad word] in

It is always
Nice to see you
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who [bad word] 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 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