I´m sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner. I´m 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 at 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,they´re hellosing. 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 well 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´s watching me and so I raise my head. There´s a woman on the outside,looking in,does she see me? No she does not really see me cause she sees her own reflection. And I´m trying not to notice that she´s hitching up her skirt and while she´s straightening her stocking her hair has gotten wet. Oh,this rain,it will continue throw the morning as I´m listening to the bells of the cathedral. I´m thinking of your voice and of the midnight picnic once upon the time before the rain began. And I finish off my coffee and It´s time to catch the train.