Tom's Diner

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
 And I'm pretending not to see them
 And instead I pour the milk
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 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