Testo Tom's Diner Kitchie Nadal
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
Iâm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
Thereâs a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And Iâm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When Iâm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
Thereâs 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 Iâm trying
Not to notice
That sheâs hitching
Up her skirt
And while sheâs
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As Iâm 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
Itâs time to catch the train