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 an 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

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 doesn't really see me 'cos she sees her own reflection and i'm trying not to notice that she's hitching up her skirt and while she's strainghtening 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 am thinking of your voice