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 fun does never end. Love is the blood that makes you wanna drink. 'Til the morning after. 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