Toms 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 Im pretending Not to see them Instead I pour the milk I open Up the paper Theres a story Of an actor Who had died While he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And Im turning To the horoscope And looking For the funnies When Im feeling Someone watching me And so I raise my head Theres 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 Im trying Not to notice That shes hitching Up her skirt And while shes Straightening her stockings Her hair Has gotten wet Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As Im 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 Its time to catch the train… Alright Baby I read your message! You have a choice to meet me at work or You want me to meet you half way at Tom’s Diner, where is this place? Is it Starbucks on Masson? or which T.H. (5) area, is it the one on Masson corner Bourque? Listen let’s not make it complicated okay! Starbucks on Saturday around 7:30pm Would that be okay with you? I work till closing tonight, then the rest of the week I finish at 6:15, on Friday going with my friend to L’Oreal sale! Sat & Sun off! So now you have my schedule, you choose, let me know Baby, Love you, miss you and have yourself a great day
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 16:21:50 +0000