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I
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he� it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
"It is always
Nice to see you"
�the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She
Her umbrella
And I
The other way
As they
Their hellos
And I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I� the milk
I open
Up the paper
�a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
�me?
No, she does not
Really see me
Cause she
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while
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
Of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I� my coffee
It's time to catch the train
