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

I'm pretending

Not to see them

Instead

I pour the milk

Everybody's welcome

Come on come on in

Sit yourself down

The funnies never end

Love is the drug

That makes you want to drink

Till the morning after oh

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

Looking for the funnies

When I'm feeling someone watching me

And so I raise my head