A Pseudo Déjà Vu

I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner...... I am waiting at the counter for the woman to pour the coffee and she fills it only halfway and before I even argue she is looking out the window at somebody coming in.

"It is always nice to see you" says the woman behind the counter to the man who has come in. He is shaking her umbrella and I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos. I'm pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk.

I open up the paper, there's a story of an actress who had died while she was drinking. It was no one I had heard of. 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 man on the outside looking inside "Does he see me?" No he does not really see me because he sees his own reflection and I'm trying not to notice that he's hitching up his pants and while he's straightening his boxers his hair is getting 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 and of the midnight picnic once upon a time before the rain began.

I finish up my coffee ...... It's time to catch the train.
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(hareega's admiration of suzanne vega)