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 [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

 I'm pretending
 Not to see them
 Instead
 I pour the milk

 I open
 Up the paper
 There's a story
 Of an actor

 Who had died
 While he was drinking
 It 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 trying
 Not to notice
 That she's hitching
 Up her skirt

 And while she's
 Straightening her stockings
 Her hair
 Has gotten wet

 Oh, this rain
 It will continue
 Through the morning
 As I'm listening

 To the bells
 Of the cathedral
 I am thinking
 Of your voice...

 And of the midnight picnic
 Once upon a time
 Before the rain began...

 I finish up my coffee
 It's time to catch the train