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 half way
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
***
Then I open up the paper
There’s a story of an actor
Who had died off he was drinking.
It was no one I had heard of
And I’m turning to the horoscope