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